A More Ancient Mariner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EBFB GBGB HGBG ICIC JBCB GKLK MBCB ENGD OEBE PGGG QRGR CNGN CSHS TBDB CTCT UBBB VGVG

The swarthy bee is a buccaneerA
A burly velveted roverB
Who loves the booming wind in his earA
As he sails the seas of cloverB
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A waif of the goblin pirate crewC
With not a soul to deplore himD
He steers for the open verge of blueC
With the filmy world before himD
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His flimsy sails abroad on the windE
Are shivered with fairy thunderB
On a line that sings to the light of his wingsF
He makes for the lands of wonderB
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He harries the ports of the HollyhocksG
And levies on poor SweetbrierB
He drinks the whitest wine of PhloxG
And the Rose is his desireB
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He hangs in the Willows a night and a dayH
He rifles the Buckwheat patchesG
Then battens his store of pelf galoreB
Under the tautest hatchesG
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He woos the Poppy and weds the PeachI
Inveigles DaffodillyC
And then like a tramp abandons eachI
For the gorgeous Canada LilyC
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There's not a soul in the garden worldJ
But wishes the day were shorterB
When Mariner B puts out to seaC
With the wind in the proper quarterB
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Or so they say But I have my doubtsG
For the flowers are only humanK
And the valor and gold of a vagrant boldL
Were always dear to womanK
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He dares to boast along the coastM
The beauty of Highland HeatherB
How he and she with night on the seaC
Lay out on the hills togetherB
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He pilfers from every port of the windE
From April to golden autumnN
But the thieving ways of his mortal daysG
Are those his mother taught himD
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His morals are mixed but his will is fixedO
He prospers after his kindE
And follows an instinct compass sureB
The philosophers call blindE
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And that is why when he comes to dieP
He'll have an easier sentenceG
Than some one I know who thinks just soG
And then leaves room for repentanceG
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He never could box the compass roundQ
He doesn't know port from starboardR
But he knows the gates of the Sundown StraitsG
Where the choicest goods are harboredR
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He never could see the Rule of ThreeC
But he knows a rule of thumbN
Better than Euclid's better than yoursG
Or the teachers' yet to comeN
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He knows the smell of the hydromelC
As if two and two were fiveS
And hides it away for a year and a dayH
In his own hexagonal hiveS
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Out in the day hap hazard aloneT
Booms the old vagrant hummerB
With only his whim to pilot himD
Through the splendid vast of summerB
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He steers and steers on the slant of the galeC
Like the fiend or VanderdeckenT
And there's never an unknown course to sailC
But his crazy log can reckonT
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He drones along with his rough sea songU
And the throat of a salty tarB
This devil may care till he makes his lairB
By the light of a yellow starB
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He looks like a gentleman lives like a lordV
And works like a Trojan heroG
Then loafs all winter upon his hoardV
With the mercury at zeroG

Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey



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