Read the final stanza. Identify the rhyme scheme by using the drop-down menus to name it according to conventional poetic language.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon, v
The golden apples of the sun.
Tuto
vity