Nun's Well, Brigham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDBBABBE

The cattle crowding round this beverage clearA
To slake their thirst with reckless hoofs have trodB
The encircling turf into a barren clodB
Through which the waters creep then disappearA
Born to be lost in Derwent flowing nearA
Yet o'er the brink and round the limestone cellC
Of the pure spring they call it the Nun's WellC
Name that first struck by chance my startled earD
A tender Spirit broods the pensive ShadeB
Of ritual honours to this Fountain paidB
By hooded Votaresses with saintly cheerA
Albeit oft the Virgin mother mildB
Looked down with pity upon eyes beguiledB
Into the shedding of too soft a tearE

William Wordsworth



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