<Dd> It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, </Dd> <Dd> Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them . </Dd> <Dl> <Dd> And you O my soul where you stand, </Dd> <Dd> Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, </Dd> <Dd> Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, </Dd> <Dd> Till the bridge you will need to be formed, till the ductile anchor hold, </Dd> <Dd> Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul . </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> And you O my soul where you stand, </Dd>

Kind of writer who might use a rhyme scheme