Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGFHI

I had been an hour at Lyons My breath comesA
Fast when I think of it An hour no moreB
I trod those streets and listened to the drumsA
The mirth the music and the city's roarB
And found no sermon for me in her stonesC
It was the evening of St Martin's fairD
And all the world its working bees and dronesC
Had gone out to the quays in the sweet airD
To taste that thing more sweet to human breathE
Its own mad laughter at its own mad kindF
An hour of prayer '' I mused for men of faith ''G
Yet all these worshippers were only blindF
And I no whit less blind among them wentH
In search of pleasure for my punishmentI

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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