Read the following sonnet, "To Robert Louis Stevenson" by Robert Burns Wilson, and select the appropriate rhyme scheme. Because the way is long, and we may never Meet face to face this side of the shadowed land; Because--a thousand things!--because the hand May seek in friendly, but in vain, endeavor Some dreamed-of clasp; because, though seas may sever This kindred-seeking dust; there is no strand Too far for loving thoughts--spread wave or sand, Forevermore, thought scorneth them forever:-- Therefore lest fate hold her barrier still, No kindlier proving, hence, than in the past-- Lest on that unknown bourn there be no meeting.-- For thee, upon the tide of good and ill Which floods with ceaseless flow this world, I cast This waif: for thee, brave heart, my soul's best greeting. Wilson, Robert Burns. "To Robert Louis Stevenson." In Praise of Stevenson, edited by Vincent Starrett, The Bookfellows, 1919. A A B B C C D D E E F F G G A B B A C D D C A B B A C D A B B A A B B A C D E C D E A A B B C C D D E F E F G G