Question

I set out for Lyonnesse
hundred miles away.
rime was on the spray:
Starlight lit my lonesomeness
I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
wile I should sojourn there,
No prophet durst declare:
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there.
When I returned from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes,
All marked with mute surmise
My radiance rare and fathomless,
When I returned from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes, write the rhyming scheme​

Answer 1

Answer:

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