To A Dead Journalist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDBDEFEFGH

The busy trade of life is over nowA
The intricate toil which was so hard for breadB
The strife each day renewed 'neath this poor browA
By this frail hand to be interpretedC
The zeal the forethought the heart's wounds that bledB
The anger roused the stark blow answering blowD
All that was centred in that aching headB
Of black necessity for weal or woeD
Its use its purpose what Nay less than noneE
More blindly naught than even the dull clayF
Left on this bed its corporal union doneE
Which we must shovel to its grave to dayF
O soul of Man thou pilgrim of distressG
Lost in Time's void Thou wind of nothingnessH

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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