Scott's Good-bye

Question

We saw the months of wicked weather,
As day to painful night did turn,
Waiting, huddled close together
For the frozen sun’s return.

Our nights were almost endless torture.
Our food was gone. Our fuel was low.
We came in search of grand adventure
But ended trembling in the snow.

Each morning’s effort took us southward,
Like moths to flames we sought our goal.
We knew not that far out ahead
Amundsen had reached the Pole.

We found his flag one bitter morning
And knew our hopes had come to woe.
We had come pursuing glory
But ended freezing in the snow.

Hour by hour our strength has left us
But we’ve struggled on for days.
With nothing more than will to guide us
We have tried to reach our base.

The nights are cruel, the wind is heartless,
With its ceaseless whip and moan.
We gave our all; we fought our hardest
But ended dying in the snow.

I need help finding how many stanzas are in it. I just can't figure stanzas out. Can you help me identity them?

Answer 1

Stanzas are usually separated by two spaces. This poem has six stanzas.

Answer 2

Thank you so much. My answer was six. I just wasn't too sure with it. Happy holidays!

Answer 3

You're very welcome. Happy holidays to you, too!

Answer 4

Thank you!