Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - Xxiii. - Among The Ruins Of A Convent In The Apennines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEE FFGHHGII

Ye Trees whose slender roots entwineA
Altars that piety neglectsB
Whose infant arms enclasp the shrineA
Which no devotion now respectsB
If not a straggler from the herdC
Here ruminate nor shrouded birdC
Chanting her low voiced hymn take prideD
In aught that ye would grace or hideD
How sadly is your love misplacedE
Fair Trees your bounty run to wasteE
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Ye too wild Flowers that no one heedsF
And ye full often spurned as weedsF
In beauty clothed or breathing sweetnessG
From fractured arch and mouldering wallH
Do but more touchingly recallH
Man's headstrong violence and Time's fleetnessG
Making the precincts ye adornI
Appear to sight still more forlornI

William Wordsworth



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