It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; ABBAA Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; AABBA ABCAB Thy fate is the common fate of all, ABCDA Into each life some rain must fall, ABBCC Some days must be dark and dreary. What is the rhyme scheme of this poem?
ABBAA
AABBA
ABCAB
ABCDA
ABBCC