The Sonnets Cvii - Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDFGHGHIJ

Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soulA
Of the wide world dreaming on things to comeB
Can yet the lease of my true love controlA
Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doomC
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'dD
And the sad augurs mock their own presageE
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'dD
And peace proclaims olives of endless ageF
Now with the drops of this most balmy timeG
My love looks fresh and Death to me subscribesH
Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rimeG
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribesH
And thou in this shalt find thy monumentI
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spentJ

William Shakespeare

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