A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABACDCDEF

Ancient of days What word is thy commandA
To one befooled of wit and his own wayB
What counsel hast thou and what chastening handA
For a lost soul grown old in its dismayB
What penance shall he do what ransom payB
Of blood poured out for faith in a far landA
What mute knee service weeping here to dayB
In words of prayer no ear shall understandA
Let him thy servant be the least of allC
In the Lord's Courts but near thy mysteriesD
To touch the crumbs which from thy table fallC
Let him But lo thou speakest Not with theseD
Is God delighted Get thee homeward henceE
They need thee more who wait deliverance ''F

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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