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,
The golden apples of the sun.
—“The Song of Wandering Aengus,”
William Butler Yeats
Read the final stanza. What does the sound of this rhyme scheme create?
a feeling of surprise and unexpected rhymes
a feeling of chaos and messiness
a feeling that everything is repeating
a feeling of calm and an expected ending
