A Captain Of The Press-gang. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHGH FFFF DIFI GJFJ KLFL DMFM NOFO PQGQ

Shipmate leave the ghostly shadowsA
Where thy boon companions throngB
We will put to sea togetherC
Through the twilight with a songB
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Leering closer rank and girdingD
In this Black Port where we bideE
Reel a thousand flaring facesF
But escape is on the tideE
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Let the tap rooms of the cityG
Reek till the red dawn comes roundH
There is better wine in plentyG
On the cruise where we are boundH
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I've aboard a hundred messmatesF
Better than these 'long shore knavesF
There is wreckage on the shallowsF
It's the open sea that savesF
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Hark lad dost not hear it callingD
That's the voice thy father knewI
When he took the King's good cutlassF
In his grip and fought it throughI
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Who would palter at press moneyG
When he heard that sea cry vastJ
That's the call makes lords of lubbersF
When they ship before the mastJ
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Let thy cronies of the tavernK
Keep their kisses bought with goldL
On the high seas there are regionsF
Where the heart is never oldL
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Where the great winds every morningD
Sweep the sea floor clean and whiteM
And upon the steel blue archesF
Burnish the great stars of nightM
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There the open hand will lose notN
Nor the loosened tongue betrayO
Signed and with our sailing ordersF
We will clear before the dayO
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On the shining yards of heavenP
See a wider dawn unfurledQ
The eternal slaves of beautyG
Are the masters of the worldQ

Bliss Carman (william)



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