The Ghost Speaks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBC DEDEECEC FGFGGCGC HIHIIJCIC

A ghost is the freak of a sick man's brainA
Then why do ye start and shiver soB
That's the sob and drip of a leaky drainA
But it sounds like another noise we knowB
The heavy drops drummed red and slowB
The drops ran down as slow as fateC
Do ye hear them still it was long agoB
But here in the shadows I wait I waitC
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Spirits there be that pass in peaceD
Mine passed in a whorl of wrath and doleE
And the hour that your choking breath shall ceaseD
I will get my grip on your naked soulE
Nor pity may stay nor prayer cajoleE
I would drag ye whining from Hell's own gateC
To me to me ye must pay the tollE
And here in the shadows I wait I waitC
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The dead they are dead they are out of the wayF
And a ghost is the whim of an ailing mindG
Then why did ye whiten with fear to dayF
When ye heard a voice in the calling windG
Why did ye falter and look behindG
At the creeping mists when the hour grew lateC
Ye would see my face were ye stricken blindG
And here in the shadows I wait I waitC
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Drink and forget make merry and boastH
But the boast rings false and the jest is thinI
In the hour that I meet ye ghost to ghostH
Stripped of the flesh that ye skulk withinI
Stripped to the coward soul 'ware of its sinI
Ye shall learn ye shall learn whether dead menJ
hateC
Ah a weary time has the waiting beenI
But here in the shadows I wait I waitC

Don Marquis



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