Here is a fun poetical thing to do for National Poetry Month! The lines of the following sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning are scrambled. Print it out, cut the lines apart, and arrange them in an order that makes sense to you. (Include your family or friends in the project for even more fun!) And NO cheating by Googling to find the answer, either.
Post your answer below, and I will let you know the original line order. Have fun!
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"—
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Except for love's sake only. Do not say,
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,
"I love her for her smile—her look—her way
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry:
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
A little hint: The original rhyme scheme is abba/abba/cdcdcd
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