Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run
and nearer he's to setting.
1. How many stanza is given?
2. How many lines are there?
3. What is the rhyme scheme?
4. What figure of speech is used?