The Lost Galleon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFGFGHHAA CCBBIIJIJKLLMM NNOPQQQAAARRSTST IIUUVVWWXXEEAHHYZZ CCWWA2A2AAB2B2CC IIC2C2 GGD2D2D2D2 D2D2OOCCD2D2D2D2CCWW D2D2CCCC D2D2OOE2E2D2D2 OOOOOWWD2D2DDDMM OOWWD2D2D2D2D2D2 D2D2D2D2D2D2D2D2F2F2 D2D2 D2D2OOD2D2OOOOD2G2G2 H2I2H2I2D2D2 J2A2J2A2D2D2In sixteen hundred and forty one | A |
The regular yearly galleon | A |
Laden with odorous gums and spice | B |
India cottons and India rice | B |
And the richest silks of far Cathay | C |
Was due at Acapulco Bay | C |
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Due she was and overdue | D |
Galleon merchandise and crew | D |
Creeping along through rain and shine | E |
Through the tropics under the line | E |
The trains were waiting outside the walls | F |
The wives of sailors thronged the town | G |
The traders sat by their empty stalls | F |
And the Viceroy himself came down | G |
The bells in the tower were all a trip | H |
Te Deums were on each Father's lip | H |
The limes were ripening in the sun | A |
For the sick of the coming galleon | A |
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All in vain Weeks passed away | C |
And yet no galleon saw the bay | C |
India goods advanced in price | B |
The Governor missed his favorite spice | B |
The Senoritas mourned for sandal | I |
And the famous cottons of Coromandel | I |
And some for an absent lover lost | J |
And one for a husband Dona Julia | I |
Wife of the captain tempest tossed | J |
In circumstances so peculiar | K |
Even the Fathers unawares | L |
Grumbled a little at their prayers | L |
And all along the coast that year | M |
Votive candles wore scarce and dear | M |
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Never a tear bedims the eye | N |
That time and patience will not dry | N |
Never a lip is curved with pain | O |
That can't be kissed into smiles again | P |
And these same truths as far as I know | Q |
Obtained on the coast of Mexico | Q |
More than two hundred years ago | Q |
In sixteen hundred and fifty one | A |
Ten years after the deed was done | A |
And folks had forgotten the galleon | A |
The divers plunged in the gulf for pearls | R |
White as the teeth of the Indian girls | R |
The traders sat by their full bazaars | S |
The mules with many a weary load | T |
And oxen dragging their creaking cars | S |
Came and went on the mountain road | T |
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Where was the galleon all this while | I |
Wrecked on some lonely coral isle | I |
Burnt by the roving sea marauders | U |
Or sailing north under secret orders | U |
Had she found the Anian passage famed | V |
By lying Maldonado claimed | V |
And sailed through the sixty fifth degree | W |
Direct to the North Atlantic Sea | W |
Or had she found the River of Kings | X |
Of which De Fonte told such strange things | X |
In sixteen forty Never a sign | E |
East or west or under the line | E |
They saw of the missing galleon | A |
Never a sail or plank or chip | H |
They found of the long lost treasure ship | H |
Or enough to build a tale upon | Y |
But when she was lost and where and how | Z |
Are the facts we're coming to just now | Z |
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Take if you please the chart of that day | C |
Published at Madrid por el Rey | C |
Look for a spot in the old South Sea | W |
The hundred and eightieth degree | W |
Longitude west of Madrid there | A2 |
Under the equatorial glare | A2 |
Just where the east and west are one | A |
You'll find the missing galleon | A |
You'll find the San Gregorio yet | B2 |
Riding the seas with sails all set | B2 |
Fresh as upon the very day | C |
She sailed from Acapulco Bay | C |
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How did she get there What strange spell | I |
Kept her two hundred years so well | I |
Free from decay and mortal taint | C2 |
What but the prayers of a patron saint | C2 |
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A hundred leagues from Manilla town | G |
The San Gregorio's helm came down | G |
Round she went on her heel and not | D2 |
A cable's length from a galliot | D2 |
That rocked on the waters just abreast | D2 |
Of the galleon's course which was west sou' west | D2 |
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Then said the galleon's commandante | D2 |
General Pedro Sobriente | D2 |
That was his rank on land and main | O |
A regular custom of Old Spain | O |
My pilot is dead of scurvy may | C |
I ask the longitude time and day | C |
The first two given and compared | D2 |
The third the commandante stared | D2 |
The FIRST of June I make it second | D2 |
Said the stranger Then you've wrongly reckoned | D2 |
I make it FIRST as you came this way | C |
You should have lost d'ye see a day | C |
Lost a day as plainly see | W |
On the hundred and eightieth degree | W |
Lost a day Yes if not rude | D2 |
When did you make east longitude | D2 |
On the ninth of May our patron's day | C |
On the ninth YOU HAD NO NINTH OF MAY | C |
Eighth and tenth was there but stay | C |
Too late for the galleon bore away | C |
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Lost was the day they should have kept | D2 |
Lost unheeded and lost unwept | D2 |
Lost in a way that made search vain | O |
Lost in a trackless and boundless main | O |
Lost like the day of Job's awful curse | E2 |
In his third chapter third and fourth verse | E2 |
Wrecked was their patron's only day | D2 |
What would the holy Fathers say | D2 |
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Said the Fray Antonio Estavan | O |
The galleon's chaplain a learned man | O |
Nothing is lost that you can regain | O |
And the way to look for a thing is plain | O |
To go where you lost it back again | O |
Back with your galleon till you see | W |
The hundred and eightieth degree | W |
Wait till the rolling year goes round | D2 |
And there will the missing day be found | D2 |
For you'll find if computation's true | D |
That sailing EAST will give to you | D |
Not only one ninth of May but two | D |
One for the good saint's present cheer | M |
And one for the day we lost last year | M |
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Back to the spot sailed the galleon | O |
Where for a twelvemonth off and on | O |
The hundred and eightieth degree | W |
She rose and fell on a tropic sea | W |
But lo when it came to the ninth of May | D2 |
All of a sudden becalmed she lay | D2 |
One degree from that fatal spot | D2 |
Without the power to move a knot | D2 |
And of course the moment she lost her way | D2 |
Gone was her chance to save that day | D2 |
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To cut a lengthening story short | D2 |
She never saved it Made the sport | D2 |
Of evil spirits and baffling wind | D2 |
She was always before or just behind | D2 |
One day too soon or one day too late | D2 |
And the sun meanwhile would never wait | D2 |
She had two Eighths as she idly lay | D2 |
Two Tenths but never a NINTH of May | D2 |
And there she rides through two hundred years | F2 |
Of dreary penance and anxious fears | F2 |
Yet through the grace of the saint she served | D2 |
Captain and crew are still preserved | D2 |
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By a computation that still holds good | D2 |
Made by the Holy Brotherhood | D2 |
The San Gregorio will cross that line | O |
In nineteen hundred and thirty nine | O |
Just three hundred years to a day | D2 |
From the time she lost the ninth of May | D2 |
And the folk in Acapulco town | O |
Over the waters looking down | O |
Will see in the glow of the setting sun | O |
The sails of the missing galleon | O |
And the royal standard of Philip Rey | D2 |
The gleaming mast and glistening spar | G2 |
As she nears the surf of the outer bar | G2 |
A Te Deum sung on her crowded deck | H2 |
An odor of spice along the shore | I2 |
A crash a cry from a shattered wreck | H2 |
And the yearly galleon sails no more | I2 |
In or out of the olden bay | D2 |
For the blessed patron has found his day | D2 |
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Such is the legend Hear this truth | J2 |
Over the trackless past somewhere | A2 |
Lie the lost days of our tropic youth | J2 |
Only regained by faith and prayer | A2 |
Only recalled by prayer and plaint | D2 |
Each lost day has its patron saint | D2 |
Bret Harte
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