The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: Xiii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCCDCBEFGHFG| HE DARES NOT DIE | A |
| Four hours by the clock How strange it is Four hours | B |
| Since love and life the future and the past | C |
| Died with the shutting of these silent doors | D |
| And thought became to me one purpose vast | C |
| I have not moved from where she sat The cast | C |
| Of her fingers on this cushion lightly scores | D |
| Its surface still and still I hear the last | C |
| Tones of her laughter and here lie her flowers | B |
| Poor flowers The ugliness of grief has wrought | E |
| Your change already No besotted bloom | F |
| Of a false dawn has lured you to base life | G |
| You at the pinch were brave and trifled not | H |
| Going ungrudging to our common doom | F |
| And I Ah God I have not faced the knife | G |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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