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

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEGHI

The summer I had passed in my own fashionA
High in the Alps a proselyte to toilB
I was released and free and spent my passionA
On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soilB
I had soothed my soul with labour and its fireC
Borne to those naked heights where I unfurledD
My flag with new ambitions high and higherC
Even to the last bleak outposts of the worldD
My soul had needed courage and beholdE
Here in these battles with the hosts of airF
And rock and snow and storm she had grown boldE
And proved her temper for the coming warG
This was her gain the strife she must engageH
With physical fear her childhood's heritageI

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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