This is a heroic couplet poem. The strict form requires perfect iambic pentameter and an aa bb cc dd ee rhyme scheme in its ten lines.
Restless
I want to walk along a million miles
And then to see the ever lonely isles.
When all the world's as cold as is the plate
And I shall walk and seek to know your fate.
If ever I was going there I know
I'd see you in that killing place of snow.
When all the worlds' around you know that I
Cannot content to sit and die and why
When I as yet am free to yearn and seek
Be lost and still submit to be so meek?
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