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

Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDCEFGFGHH

How shall I tell my fall The life of manA
Is but a tale of tumbles this way thrownB
At his beginning by mere haste of planA
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrownA
Anon more cautious for his wounded kneesC
Yet falling still through much expectancyD
And so to age the goal of his heart's easeC
Stumbling in blindness on he knows not whyE
How shall I tell it As the poets tellF
Who wrap love in a garment of vain lightG
Or plainly naked the poor child of HellF
And laughter that it is and starless nightG
I like the truth best Yet this love sad thingH
Mired and defiled I saw it once a kingH

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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