Cadet Grey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| I | A |
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| Act first scene first A study Of a kind | B |
| Half cell half salon opulent yet grave | C |
| Rare books low shelved yet far above the mind | B |
| Of common man to compass or to crave | C |
| Some slight relief of pamphlets that inclined | B |
| The soul at first to trifling till dismayed | D |
| By text and title it drew back resigned | B |
| Nor cared with levity to vex a shade | D |
| That to itself such perfect concord made | D |
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| II | A |
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| Some thoughts like these perplexed the patriot brain | E |
| Of Jones Lawgiver to the Commonwealth | F |
| As on the threshold of this chaste domain | E |
| He paused expectant and looked up in stealth | F |
| To darkened canvases that frowned amain | E |
| With stern eyed Puritans who first began | E |
| To spread their roots in Georgius Primus' reign | E |
| Nor dropped till now obedient to some plan | E |
| Their century fruit the perfect Boston man | E |
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| III | A |
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| Somewhere within that Russia scented gloom | G |
| A voice catarrhal thrilled the Member's ear | H |
| Brief is our business Jones Look round this room | G |
| Regard yon portraits Read their meaning clear | I |
| These much proclaim my station I presume | G |
| You are our Congressman before whose wit | J |
| And sober judgment shall the youth appear | I |
| Who for West Point is deemed most just and fit | J |
| To serve his country and to honor it | J |
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| IV | C |
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| Such is my son Elsewhere perhaps 'twere wise | K |
| Trial competitive should guide your choice | L |
| There are some people I can well surmise | K |
| Themselves must show their merits History's voice | L |
| Spares me that trouble all desert that lies | K |
| In yonder ancestor of Queen Anne's day | M |
| Or yon grave Governor is all my boy's | N |
| Reverts to him entailed as one might say | M |
| In brief result in Winthrop Adams Grey | M |
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| V | C |
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| He turned and laid his well bred hand and smiled | O |
| On the cropped head of one who stood beside | P |
| Ah me in sooth it was no ruddy child | O |
| Nor brawny youth that thrilled the father's pride | P |
| 'Twas but a Mind that somehow had beguiled | O |
| From soulless Matter processes that served | Q |
| For speech and motion and digestion mild | O |
| Content if all one moral purpose nerved | O |
| Nor recked thereby its spine were somewhat curved | O |
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| VI | C |
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| He was scarce eighteen Yet ere he was eight | O |
| He had despoiled the classics much he knew | E |
| Of Sanskrit not that he placed undue weight | O |
| On this but that it helped him with Hebrew | E |
| His favorite tongue He learned alas too late | O |
| One can't begin too early would regret | O |
| That boyish whim to ascertain the state | O |
| Of Venus' atmosphere made him forget | O |
| That philologic goal on which his soul was set | O |
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| VII | C |
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| He too had traveled at the age of ten | E |
| Found Paris empty dull except for art | O |
| And accent Mabille with its glories then | E |
| Less than Egyptian Almees touched a heart | O |
| Nothing if not pure classic If some men | E |
| Thought him a prig it vexed not his conceit | O |
| But moved his pity and ofttimes his pen | E |
| The better to instruct them through some sheet | O |
| Published in Boston and signed Beacon Street | O |
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| VIII | C |
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| From premises so plain the blind could see | C |
| But one deduction and it came next day | O |
| In times like these the very name of G | C |
| Speaks volumes wrote the Honorable J | O |
| Inclosed please find appointment Presently | C |
| Came a reception to which Harvard lent | O |
| Fourteen professors and to give esprit | C |
| The Liberal Club some eighteen ladies sent | O |
| Five that spoke Greek and thirteen sentiment | O |
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| IX | C |
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| Four poets came who loved each other's song | R |
| And two philosophers who thought that they | O |
| Were in most things impractical and wrong | R |
| And two reformers each in his own way | O |
| Peculiar one who had waxed strong | R |
| On herbs and water and such simple fare | S |
| Two foreign lions Ram See and Chy Long | R |
| And several artists claimed attention there | S |
| Based on the fact they had been snubbed elsewhere | S |
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| X | C |
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| With this indorsement nothing now remained | O |
| But counsel Godspeed and some calm adieux | C |
| No foolish tear the father's eyelash stained | O |
| And Winthrop's cheek as guiltless shone of dew | E |
| A slight publicity such as obtained | O |
| In classic Rome these few last hours attended | O |
| The day arrived the train and depot gained | O |
| The mayor's own presence this last act commended | O |
| The train moved off and here the first act ended | O |
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| CANTO II | A |
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| I | A |
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| Where West Point crouches and with lifted shield | O |
| Turns the whole river eastward through the pass | C |
| Whose jutting crags half silver stand revealed | O |
| Like bossy bucklers of Leonidas | C |
| Where buttressed low against the storms that wield | O |
| Their summer lightnings where her eaglets swarm | T |
| By Freedom's cradle Nature's self has steeled | O |
| Her heart like Winkelried and to that storm | T |
| Of leveled lances bares her bosom warm | T |
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| II | A |
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| But not to night The air and woods are still | U |
| The faintest rustle in the trees below | V |
| The lowest tremor from the mountain rill | U |
| Come to the ear as but the trailing flow | V |
| Of spirit robes that walk unseen the hill | U |
| The moon low sailing o'er the upland farm | W |
| The moon low sailing where the waters fill | U |
| The lozenge lake beside the banks of balm | X |
| Gleams like a chevron on the river's arm | W |
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| III | A |
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| All space breathes languor from the hilltop high | A |
| Where Putnam's bastion crumbles in the past | O |
| To swooning depths where drowsy cannon lie | A |
| And wide mouthed mortars gape in slumbers vast | O |
| Stroke upon stroke the far oars glance and die | A |
| On the hushed bosom of the sleeping stream | Y |
| Bright for one moment drifts a white sail by | A |
| Bright for one moment shows a bayonet gleam | Y |
| Far on the level plain then passes as a dream | Y |
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| IV | A |
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| Soft down the line of darkened battlements | C |
| Bright on each lattice of the barrack walls | C |
| Where the low arching sallyport indents | C |
| Seen through its gloom beyond the moonbeam falls | C |
| All is repose save where the camping tents | C |
| Mock the white gravestones farther on where sound | O |
| No morning guns for reveille nor whence | C |
| No drum beat calls retreat but still is ever found | O |
| Waiting and present on each sentry's round | O |
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| V | A |
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| Within the camp they lie the young the brave | A |
| Half knight half schoolboy acolytes of fame | Z |
| Pledged to one altar and perchance one grave | A |
| Bred to fear nothing but reproach and blame | Z |
| Ascetic dandies o'er whom vestals rave | A |
| Clean limbed young Spartans disciplined young elves | C |
| Taught to destroy that they may live to save | A |
| Students embattled soldiers at their shelves | C |
| Heroes whose conquests are at first themselves | C |
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| VI | A |
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| Within the camp they lie in dreams are freed | O |
| From the grim discipline they learn to love | A |
| In dreams no more the sentry's challenge heed | O |
| In dreams afar beyond their pickets rove | A |
| One treads once more the piny paths that lead | O |
| To his green mountain home and pausing hears | C |
| The cattle call one treads the tangled weed | O |
| Of slippery rocks beside Atlantic piers | C |
| One smiles in sleep one wakens wet with tears | C |
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| VII | A |
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| One scents the breath of jasmine flowers that twine | E |
| The pillared porches of his Southern home | A2 |
| One hears the coo of pigeons in the pine | E |
| Of Western woods where he was wont to roam | A2 |
| One sees the sunset fire the distant line | E |
| Where the long prairie sweeps its levels down | E |
| One treads the snow peaks one by lamps that shine | E |
| Down the broad highways of the sea girt town | E |
| And two are missing Cadets Grey and Brown | E |
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| VIII | A |
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| Much as I grieve to chronicle the fact | O |
| That selfsame truant known as Cadet Grey | O |
| Was the young hero of our moral tract | O |
| Shorn of his twofold names on entrance day | O |
| Winthrop and Adams dropped in that one act | O |
| Of martial curtness and the roll call thinned | O |
| Of his ancestors he with youthful tact | O |
| Indulgence claimed since Winthrop no more sinned | O |
| Nor sainted Adams winced when he plain Grey was skinned | O |
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| IX | C |
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| He had known trials since we saw him last | O |
| By sheer good luck had just escaped rejection | E |
| Not for his learning but that it was cast | O |
| In a spare frame scarce fit for drill inspection | E |
| But when he ope'd his lips a stream so vast | O |
| Of information flooded each professor | B2 |
| They quite forgot his eyeglass something past | O |
| All precedent accepting the transgressor | B2 |
| Weak eyes and all of which he was possessor | B2 |
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| X | C |
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| E'en the first day he touched a blackboard's space | C |
| So the tradition of his glory lingers | C |
| Two wise professors fainted each with face | C |
| White as the chalk within his rapid fingers | C |
| All day he ciphered at such frantic pace | C |
| His form was hid in chalk precipitation | E |
| Of every problem till they said his case | C |
| Could meet from them no fair examination | E |
| Till Congress made a new appropriation | E |
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| XI | C |
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| Famous in molecules he demonstrated | O |
| From the mess hash to many a listening classful | A |
| Great as a botanist he separated | O |
| Three kinds of Mentha in one julep's glassful | A |
| High in astronomy it has been stated | O |
| He was the first at West Point to discover | B2 |
| Mars' missing satellites and calculated | O |
| Their true positions not the heavens over | B2 |
| But 'neath the window of Miss Kitty Rover | B2 |
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| XII | C |
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| Indeed I fear this novelty celestial | A |
| That very night was visible and clear | I |
| At least two youths of aspect most terrestrial | A |
| And clad in uniform were loitering near | I |
| A villa's casement where a gentle vestal | A |
| Took their impatience somewhat patiently | A |
| Knowing the youths were somewhat green and bestial | A |
| A certain slang of the Academy | A |
| I beg the reader won't refer to me | A |
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| XIII | C |
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| For when they ceased their ardent strain Miss Kitty | A |
| Glowed not with anger nor a kindred flame | Z |
| But rather flushed with an odd sort of pity | A |
| Half matron's kindness and half coquette's shame | Z |
| Proud yet quite blameful when she heard their ditty | A |
| She gave her soul poetical expression | E |
| And being clever too as she was pretty | A |
| From her high casement warbled this confession | E |
| Half provocation and one half repression | E |
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| Not Yet | O |
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| Not yet O friend not yet the patient stars | C |
| Lean from their lattices content to wait | O |
| All is illusion till the morning bars | C |
| Slip from the levels of the Eastern gate | O |
| Night is too young O friend day is too near | I |
| Wait for the day that maketh all things clear | I |
| Not yet O friend not yet | O |
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| Not yet O love not yet all is not true | E |
| All is not ever as it seemeth now | E |
| Soon shall the river take another blue | E |
| Soon dies yon light upon the mountain brow | E |
| What lieth dark O love bright day will fill | A |
| Wait for thy morning be it good or ill | A |
| Not yet O love not yet | O |
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| XIV | A |
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| The strain was finished softly as the night | O |
| Her voice died from the window yet e'en then | E |
| Fluttered and fell likewise a kerchief white | O |
| But that no doubt was accident for when | E |
| She sought her couch she deemed her conduct quite | O |
| Beyond the reach of scandalous commenter | B2 |
| Washing her hands of either gallant wight | O |
| Knowing the moralist might compliment her | B2 |
| Thus voicing Siren with the words of Mentor | C2 |
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| XV | A |
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| She little knew the youths below who straight | O |
| Dived for her kerchief and quite overlooked | O |
| The pregnant moral she would inculcate | O |
| Nor dreamed the less how little Winthrop brooked | O |
| Her right to doubt his soul's maturer state | O |
| Brown who was Western amiable and new | E |
| Might take the moral and accept his fate | O |
| The which he did but being stronger too | E |
| Took the white kerchief also as his due | E |
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| XVI | A |
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| They did not quarrel which no doubt seemed queer | I |
| To those who knew not how their friendship blended | O |
| Each was opposed and each the other's peer | I |
| Yet each the other in some things transcended | O |
| Where Brown lacked culture brains and oft I fear | I |
| Cash in his pocket Grey of course supplied him | D2 |
| Where Grey lacked frankness force and faith sincere | I |
| Brown of his manhood suffered none to chide him | D2 |
| But in his faults stood manfully beside him | D2 |
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| XVII | A |
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| In academic walks and studies grave | A |
| In the camp drill and martial occupation | E |
| They helped each other but just here I crave | A |
| Space for the reader's full imagination | E |
| The fact is patent Grey became a slave | A |
| A tool a fag a pleb To state it plainer | B2 |
| All that blue blood and ancestry e'er gave | A |
| Cleaned guns brought water was in fact retainer | B2 |
| To Jones whose uncle was a paper stainer | B2 |
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| XVIII | A |
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| How they bore this at home I cannot say | C |
| I only know so runs the gossip's tale | A |
| It chanced one day that the paternal Grey | C |
| Came to West Point that he himself might hail | A |
| The future hero in some proper way | C |
| Consistent with his lineage With him came | Z |
| A judge a poet and a brave array | C |
| Of aunts and uncles bearing each a name | Z |
| Eyeglass and respirator with the same | Z |
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| XIX | C |
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| Observe quoth Grey the elder to his friends | C |
| Not in these giddy youths at baseball playing | E2 |
| You'll notice Winthrop Adams Greater ends | C |
| Than these absorb his leisure No doubt straying | E2 |
| With Caesar's Commentaries he attends | C |
| Some Roman council Let us ask however | B2 |
| Yon grimy urchin who my soul offends | C |
| By wheeling offal if he will endeavor | B2 |
| To find What heaven Winthrop Oh no never | B2 |
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| XX | C |
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| Alas too true The last of all the Greys | C |
| Was doing police detail it had come | F2 |
| To this in vain the rare historic bays | C |
| That crowned the pictured Puritans at home | A2 |
| And yet 'twas certain that in grosser ways | C |
| Of health and physique he was quite improving | E2 |
| Straighter he stood and had achieved some praise | C |
| In other exercise much more behooving | E2 |
| A soldier's taste than merely dirt removing | E2 |
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| XXI | C |
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| But to resume we left the youthful pair | B2 |
| Some stanzas back before a lady's bower | B2 |
| 'Tis to be hoped they were no longer there | B2 |
| For stars were pointing to the morning hour | B2 |
| Their escapade discovered ill 'twould fare | B2 |
| With our two heroes derelict of orders | C |
| But like the ghost they scent the morning air | B2 |
| And back again they steal across the borders | C |
| Unseen unheeded by their martial warders | C |
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| XXII | C |
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| They got to bed with speed young Grey to dream | Y |
| Of some vague future with a general's star | B2 |
| And Mistress Kitty basking in its gleam | Y |
| While Brown content to worship her afar | B2 |
| Dreamed himself dying by some lonely stream | Y |
| Having snatched Kitty from eighteen Nez Perces | C |
| Till a far bugle with the morning beam | Y |
| In his dull ear its fateful song rehearses | C |
| Which Winthrop Adams after put to verses | C |
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| XXIII | C |
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| So passed three years of their novitiate | O |
| The first real boyhood Grey had ever known | E |
| His youth ran clear not choked like his Cochituate | O |
| In civic pipes but free and pure alone | E |
| Yet knew repression could himself habituate | O |
| To having mind and body well rubbed down | E |
| Could read himself in others and could situate | O |
| Themselves in him except I grieve to own | E |
| He couldn't see what Kitty saw in Brown | E |
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| XXIV | A |
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| At last came graduation Brown received | O |
| In the One Hundredth Cavalry commission | E |
| Then frolic flirting parting when none grieved | O |
| Save Brown who loved our young Academician | E |
| And Grey who felt his friend was still deceived | O |
| By Mistress Kitty who with other beauties | C |
| Graced the occasion and it was believed | O |
| Had promised Brown that when he could recruit his | C |
| Promised command she'd share with him those duties | C |
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| XXV | A |
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| Howe'er this was I know not all I know | V |
| The night was June's the moon rode high and clear | B2 |
| 'Twas such a night as this three years ago | V |
| Miss Kitty sang the song that two might hear | B2 |
| There is a walk where trees o'erarching grow | V |
| Too wide for one not wide enough for three | B2 |
| A fact precluding any plural beau | V |
| Which quite explained Miss Kitty's company | B2 |
| But not why Grey that favored one should be | B2 |
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| XXVI | A |
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| There is a spring whose limpid waters hide | O |
| Somewhere within the shadows of that path | G2 |
| Called Kosciusko's There two figures bide | O |
| Grey and Miss Kitty Surely Nature hath | G2 |
| No fairer mirror for a might be bride | O |
| Than this same pool that caught our gentle belle | A |
| To its dark heart one moment At her side | O |
| Grey bent A something trembled o'er the well | A |
| Bright spherical a tear Ah no a button fell | A |
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| XXVII | A |
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| Material minds might think that gravitation | E |
| Quoth Grey drew yon metallic spheroid down | E |
| The soul poetic views the situation | E |
| Fraught with more meaning When thy girlish crown | E |
| Was mirrored there there was disintegration | E |
| Of me and all my spirit moved to you | E |
| Taking the form of slow precipitation | E |
| But here came Taps a start a smile adieu | E |
| A blush a sigh and end of Canto II | A |
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| Bugle Song | E2 |
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| Fades the light | O |
| And afar | B2 |
| Goeth day cometh night | O |
| And a star | B2 |
| Leadeth all | A |
| Speedeth all | A |
| To their rest | O |
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| Love good night | O |
| Must thou go | V |
| When the day | O |
| And the light | O |
| Need thee so | V |
| Needeth all | A |
| Heedeth all | A |
| That is best | O |
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| Canto III | A |
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| I | A |
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| Where the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky | A |
| Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain | E |
| Where the dead bones of wasted rivers lie | A |
| Trailed from their channels in yon mountain chain | E |
| Where day by day naught takes the wearied eye | A |
| But the low rimming mountains sharply based | O |
| On the dead levels moving far or nigh | A |
| As the sick vision wanders o'er the waste | O |
| But ever day by day against the sunset traced | O |
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| II | A |
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| There moving through a poisonous cloud that stings | C |
| With dust of alkali the trampling band | O |
| Of Indian ponies ride on dusky wings | C |
| The red marauders of the Western land | O |
| Heavy with spoil they seek the trail that brings | C |
| Their flaunting lances to that sheltered bank | E2 |
| Where lie their lodges and the river sings | C |
| Forgetful of the plain beyond that drank | E2 |
| Its life blood where the wasted caravan sank | E2 |
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| III | A |
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| They brought with them the thief's ignoble spoil | A |
| The beggar's dole the greed of chiffonnier | B2 |
| The scum of camps the implements of toil | A |
| Snatched from dead hands to rust as useless here | B2 |
| All they could rake or glean from hut or soil | A |
| Piled their lean ponies with the jackdaw's greed | O |
| For vacant glitter It were scarce a foil | A |
| To all this tinsel that one feathered reed | O |
| Bore on its barb two scalps that freshly bleed | O |
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| IV | A |
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| They brought with them alas a wounded foe | A |
| Bound hand and foot yet nursed with cruel care | B2 |
| Lest that in death he might escape one throe | B2 |
| They had decreed his living flesh should bear | B2 |
| A youthful officer by one foul blow | A |
| Of treachery surprised yet fighting still | A |
| Amid his ambushed train calm as the snow | A |
| Above him hopeless yet content to spill | A |
| His blood with theirs and fighting but to kill | A |
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| V | A |
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| He had fought nobly and in that brief spell | A |
| Had won the awe of those rude border men | E |
| Who gathered round him and beside him fell | A |
| In loyal faith and silence save that when | E |
| By smoke embarrassed and near sight as well | A |
| He paused to wipe his eyeglass and decide | O |
| Its nearer focus there arose a yell | A |
| Of approbation and Bob Barker cried | O |
| Wade in Dundreary tossed his cap and died | O |
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| VI | A |
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| Their sole survivor now his captors bear | B2 |
| Him all unconscious and beside the stream | Y |
| Leave him to rest meantime the squaws prepare | B2 |
| The stake for sacrifice nor wakes a gleam | Y |
| Of pity in those Furies' eyes that glare | B2 |
| Expectant of the torture yet alway | C |
| His steadfast spirit shines and mocks them there | B2 |
| With peace they know not till at close of day | O |
| On his dull ear there thrills a whispered Grey | O |
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| VII | A |
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| He starts Was it a trick Had angels kind | O |
| Touched with compassion some weak woman's breast | O |
| Such things he'd read of Faintly to his mind | O |
| Came Pocahontas pleading for her guest | O |
| But then this voice though soft was still inclined | O |
| To baritone A squaw in ragged gown | E |
| Stood near him frowning hatred Was he blind | O |
| Whose eye was this beneath that beetling frown | E |
| The frown was painted but that wink meant Brown | E |
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| VIII | A |
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| Hush for your life and mine the thongs are cut | O |
| He whispers in yon thicket stands my horse | C |
| One dash I follow close as if to glut | O |
| My own revenge yet bar the others' course | C |
| Now And 'tis done Grey speeds Brown follows but | O |
| Ere yet they reach the shade Grey fainting reels | C |
| Yet not before Brown's circling arms close shut | O |
| His in uplifting him Anon he feels | C |
| A horse beneath him bound and hears the rattling heels | C |
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| IX | C |
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| Then rose a yell of baffled hate and sprang | E2 |
| Headlong the savages in swift pursuit | O |
| Though speed the fugitives they hope to hang | E2 |
| Hot on their heels like wolves with tireless foot | O |
| Long is the chase Brown hears with inward pang | E2 |
| The short hard panting of his gallant steed | O |
| Beneath its double burden vainly rang | E2 |
| Both voice and spur The heaving flanks may bleed | O |
| Yet comes the sequel that they still must heed | O |
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| X | C |
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| Brown saw it reined his steed dismounting stood | O |
| Calm and inflexible Old chap you see | C |
| There is but one escape You know it Good | O |
| There is one man to take it You are he | C |
| The horse won't carry double If he could | O |
| 'Twould but protract this bother I shall stay | O |
| I've business with these devils they with me | C |
| I will occupy them till you get away | O |
| Hush quick time forward There God bless you Grey | O |
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| XI | C |
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| But as he finished Grey slipped to his feet | O |
| Calm as his ancestors in voice and eye | A |
| You do forget yourself when you compete | O |
| With him whose right it is to stay and die | A |
| That's not your duty Please regain your seat | O |
| And take my orders since I rank you here | B2 |
| Mount and rejoin your men and my defeat | O |
| Report at quarters Take this letter ne'er | B2 |
| Give it to aught but her nor let aught interfere | B2 |
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| XII | C |
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| And shamed and blushing Brown the letter took | E2 |
| Obediently and placed it in his pocket | O |
| Then drawing forth another said I look | E2 |
| For death as you do wherefore take this locket | O |
| And letter Here his comrade's hand he shook | E2 |
| In silence Should we both together fall | A |
| Some other man but here all speech forsook | E2 |
| His lips as ringing cheerily o'er all | A |
| He heard afar his own dear bugle call | A |
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| XIII | C |
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| 'Twas his command and succor but e'en then | E |
| Grey fainted with poor Brown who had forgot | O |
| He likewise had been wounded and both men | E |
| Were picked up quite unconscious of their lot | O |
| Long lay they in extremity and when | E |
| They both grew stronger and once more exchanged | O |
| Old vows and memories one common den | E |
| In hospital was theirs and free they ranged | O |
| Awaiting orders but no more estranged | O |
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| XIV | A |
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| And yet 'twas strange nor can I end my tale | A |
| Without this moral to be fair and just | O |
| They never sought to know why each did fail | A |
| The prompt fulfillment of the other's trust | O |
| It was suggested they could not avail | A |
| Themselves of either letter since they were | B2 |
| Duly dispatched to their address by mail | A |
| By Captain X who knew Miss Rover fair | B2 |
| Now meant stout Mistress Bloggs of Blank Blank Square | B2 |
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