What is the rhyme scheme in the following?
Her whole spirit is roomed.
Corniced windows box the day, but
Night is ghastly--unimpeded
Empty--echoing space unanswered
query.
Spiders stick in the crevices;
their thready webs’ gray shadows drag
the plaster for ancient corpses.
Leaves--dead--enter, crumbling.
Why move them?
Thirteen musty tomes--a quill--
Tear washed.