Captain Craig Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Propped up and uncomplaining On a chair | B |
Beside him was a dreary bowl of broth | C |
A magazine some glasses and a pipe | D |
I do not light it nowadays he said | A |
But keep it for an antique influence | E |
That it exerts an aura that it sheds | F |
Like hautboys or Provence You understand | G |
The charred memorial defeats us yet | H |
But think you not for always We are young | I |
And we are friends of time Time that made smoke | J |
Will drive away the smoke and we shall know | K |
The work that we are doing We shall build | L |
With embers of all shrines one pyramid | M |
And we shall have the most resplendent flame | N |
From earth to heaven as the old words go | K |
And we shall need no smoke Why don't you laugh | O |
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I gazed into those calm half lighted eyes | P |
And smiled at them with grim obedience | E |
He told me that I did it very well | Q |
But added that I should undoubtedly | R |
Do better in the future There is nothing | S |
He said so beneficial in a sick room | T |
As a well bred spontaneity of manner | U |
Your sympathetic scowl obtrudes itself | V |
And is indeed surprising After death | W |
Were you to take it with you to your coffin | X |
An unimaginative man might think | Y |
That you had lost your life in worrying | S |
To find out what it was that worried you | Z |
The ways of unimaginative men | A2 |
Are singularly fierce Why do you stand | G |
Sit here and watch me while I take this soup | B2 |
The doctor likes it therefore it is good | C2 |
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The man who wrote the decalogue pursued | D2 |
The Captain having swallowed four or five | E2 |
Heroic spoonfuls of his lukewarm broth | C |
Forgot the doctors And I think sometimes | F2 |
The man of Galilee or if you choose | G2 |
The men who made the sayings of the man | H2 |
Like Buddha and the others who have seen | I2 |
Was to men's loss the Poet though it be | R |
The Poet only of him we revere | J2 |
The Poet we remember We have put | K2 |
The prose of him so far away from us | L2 |
The fear of him so crudely over us | L2 |
That I have wondered wondered Cautiously | R |
But yet as one were cautious in a dream | M2 |
He set the bowl down on the chair again | A2 |
Crossed his thin fingers looked me in the face | N2 |
And looking smiled a little Go away | O2 |
He said at last and let me go to sleep | P2 |
I told you I should eat but I shall not | Q2 |
To morrow I shall eat and I shall read | A |
Some clauses of a jocund instrument | R2 |
That I have been preparing here of late | S2 |
For you and for the rest assuredly | R |
'Attend the testament of Captain Craig | T2 |
Good citizens good fathers and your sons | U2 |
Good mothers and your daughters ' I should say so | K |
Now go away and let me go to sleep | P2 |
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I stood before him and held out my hand | G |
He took it pressed it and I felt again | A2 |
The sick soft closing on it He would not | Q2 |
Let go but lay there looking up to me | R |
With eyes that had a sheen of water on them | V2 |
And a faint wet spark within them So he clung | I |
Tenaciously with fingers icy warm | W2 |
And eyes too full to keep the sheen unbroken | X2 |
I looked at him The fingers closed hard once | E |
And then fell down I should have left him then | A2 |
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But when we found him the next afternoon | Y2 |
My first thought was that he had made his eyes | P |
Miraculously smaller They were sharp | Z2 |
And hard and dry and the spark in them was dry | A3 |
For a glance it all but seemed as if the man | H2 |
Had artfully forsworn the brimming gaze | B3 |
Of yesterday and with a wizard strength | C3 |
Inveigled in reduced and vitalized | Q2 |
The straw shine of October and had that | Q2 |
Been truth we should have humored him no less | D3 |
Albeit he had fooled us for he said | Q2 |
That we had made him glad by coming to him | E3 |
And he was glad the manner of his words | F3 |
Revealed the source of them and the gray smile | G3 |
Which lingered like a twilight on his face | N2 |
Told of its own slow fading that it held | Q2 |
The promise of the sun Cadaverous | N2 |
God knows it was and we knew it was honest | Q2 |
So you have come to hear the old man read | Q2 |
To you from his last will and testament | Q2 |
Well it will not be long not very long | H3 |
So listen He brought out from underneath | I3 |
His pillow a new manuscript and said | Q2 |
You have done well to come and hear me read | Q2 |
My testament There are men in the world | Q2 |
Who say of me if they remember me | R |
That I am poor and I believe the ways | N2 |
Of certain men who never find things out | Q2 |
Are stranger than the way Lord Bacon wrote | Q2 |
Leviticus and Faust He fixed his eyes | N2 |
Abstractedly on something far from us | N2 |
And with a look that I remembered well | Q |
Gazed hard the while we waited But at length | C3 |
He found himself and soon began to chant | Q2 |
With a fitful shift at thin sonorousness | N2 |
The jocund instrument and had he been | X |
Definitively parceling to us | N2 |
All Kimberley and half of Ballarat | Q2 |
The lordly quaver of his poor old words | N2 |
Could not have been the more magniloquent | Q2 |
No promise of dead carbon or of gold | Q2 |
However flashed in ambush to corrupt us | N2 |
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I Captain Craig abhorred iconoclast | Q2 |
Sage errant favored of the Mysteries | N2 |
And self reputed humorist at large | J3 |
Do now confessed of my world worshiping | H3 |
Time questioning sun fearing and heart yielding | H3 |
Approve and unreservedly devise | N2 |
To you and your assigns for evermore | K3 |
God's universe and yours If I had won | X2 |
What first I sought I might have made you beam | M2 |
By giving less but now I make you laugh | O |
By giving more than what had made you beam | M2 |
And it is well No man has ever done | X2 |
The deed of humor that God promises | N2 |
But now and then we know tragedians | N2 |
Reform and in denial too divine | L3 |
For sacrifice too firm for ecstasy | N2 |
Record in letters or in books they write | Q2 |
What fragment of God's humor they have caught | Q2 |
What earnest of its rhythm and I believe | M3 |
That I in having somewhat recognized | Q2 |
The formal measure of it have endured | Q2 |
The discord of infirmity no less | N2 |
Through fortune than by failure What men lose | N2 |
Man gains and what man gains reports itself | V |
In losses we but vaguely deprecate | Q2 |
So they be not for us and this is right | Q2 |
Except that when the devil in the sun | X2 |
Misguides us we go darkly where the shine | L3 |
Misleads us and we know not what we see | N2 |
We know not if we climb or if we fall | N3 |
And if we fly we know not where we fly | A3 |
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And here do I insert an urging clause | N2 |
For climbers and up fliers of all sorts | N2 |
Cliff climbers and high fliers Phaethon | L3 |
Bellerophon and Icarus did each | O3 |
Go gloriously up and each in turn | L3 |
Did famously come down as you have read | Q2 |
In poems and elsewhere but other men | L3 |
Have mounted where no fame has followed them | V2 |
And we have had no sight no news of them | V2 |
And we have heard no crash The crash may count | Q2 |
Undoubtedly and earth be fairer for it | Q2 |
Yet none save creatures out of harmony | L3 |
Have ever in their fealty to the flesh | P3 |
Made crashing an ideal It is the flesh | P3 |
That ails us for the spirit knows no qualm | V2 |
No failure no down falling so climb high | A3 |
And having set your steps regard not much | Q3 |
The downward laughter clinging at your feet | Q2 |
Nor overmuch the warning only know | L3 |
As well as you know dawn from lantern light | Q2 |
That far above you for you and within you | Z |
There burns and shines and lives unwavering | H3 |
And always yours the truth Take on yourself | V |
But your sincerity and you take on | L3 |
Good promise for all climbing fly for truth | R3 |
And hell shall have no storm to crush your flight | Q2 |
No laughter to vex down your loyalty | L3 |
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I think you may be smiling at me now | L3 |
And if I make you smile so much the better | U |
For I would have you know that I rejoice | N2 |
Always to see the thing that I would see | L3 |
The righteous thing the wise thing I rejoice | N2 |
Always to think that any thought of mine | L3 |
Or any word or any deed of mine | L3 |
May grant sufficient of what fortifies | N2 |
Good feeling and the courage of calm joy | S3 |
To make the joke worth while Contrariwise | N2 |
When I review some faces I have known | L3 |
Sad faces hungry faces and reflect | Q2 |
On thoughts I might have moulded human words | N2 |
I might have said straightway it saddens me | L3 |
To feel perforce that had I not been mute | Q2 |
And actionless I might have made them bright | Q2 |
Somehow though only for the moment Yes | N2 |
Howbeit I may confess the vanities | N2 |
It saddens me and sadness of all things | N2 |
Miscounted wisdom and the most of all | N3 |
When warmed with old illusions and regrets | N2 |
I mark the selfishest and on like lines | N2 |
The shrewdest For your sadness makes you climb | V2 |
With dragging footsteps and it makes you groan | L3 |
It hinders you when most you would be free | L3 |
And there are many days it wearies you | Z |
Beyond the toil itself And if the load | Q2 |
It lays on you may not be shaken off | T3 |
Till you have known what now you do not know | L3 |
Meanwhile you climb and he climbs best who sees | N2 |
Above him truth burn faithfulest and feels | N2 |
Within him truth burn purest Climb or fall | N3 |
One road remains and one firm guidance always | N2 |
One way that shall be taken climb or fall | N3 |
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But 'falling falling falling ' There's your song | H3 |
The cradle song that sings you to the grave | U3 |
What is it your bewildered poet says | N2 |
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'The toiling ocean thunders of unrest | Q2 |
And aching desolation the still sea | L3 |
Paints but an outward calm that mocks itself | V |
To the final and irrefragable sleep | P2 |
That owns no shifting fury and the shoals | N2 |
Of ages are but records of regret | Q2 |
Where Time the sun's arch phantom writes on sand | Q2 |
The prelude of his ancient nothingness ' | - |
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'T is easy to compound a dirge like that | Q2 |
And it is easy to be deceived | Q2 |
And alienated by the fleshless note | Q2 |
Of half world yearning in it but the truth | R3 |
To which we all are tending charlatans | N2 |
And architects alike artificers | N2 |
In tinsel as in gold evangelists | N2 |
Of ruin and redemption all alike | H3 |
The truth we seek and equally the truth | R3 |
We do not seek but yet may not escape | V3 |
Was never found alone through flesh contempt | Q2 |
Or through flesh reverence Look east and west | Q2 |
And we may read the story where the light | Q2 |
Shone first the shade now darkens where the shade | Q2 |
Clung first the light fights westward though the shade | Q2 |
Still feeds and there is yet the Orient | Q2 |
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But there is this to be remembered always | N2 |
Whatever be the altitude you reach | O3 |
You do not rise alone nor do you fall | N3 |
But you drag others down to more or less | N2 |
Than your preferred abasement God forbid | Q2 |
That ever I should preach and in my zeal | W3 |
Forget that I was born an humorist | Q2 |
But now for once before I go away | O2 |
I beg of you to be magnanimous | N2 |
A moment while I speak to please myself | V |
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Though I have heard it variously sung | H3 |
That even in the fury and the clash | X3 |
Of battles and the closer fights of men | L3 |
When silence gives the knowing world no sign | L3 |
One flower there is though crushed and cursed it be | L3 |
Keeps rooted through all tumult and all scorn | L3 |
Still do I find when I look sharply down | L3 |
There's yet another flower that grows well | Q |
And has the most unconscionable roots | N2 |
Of any weed on earth Perennial | Y3 |
It grows and has the name of Selfishness | N2 |
No doubt you call it Love In either case | N2 |
You propagate it with a diligence | N2 |
That hardly were outmeasured had its leaf | Z3 |
The very juice in it of that famed herb | A4 |
Which gave back breath to Glaucus and I know | L3 |
That in the twilight after the day's work | H3 |
You take your little children in your arms | N2 |
Or lead them by their credulous frail hands | N2 |
Benignly out and through the garden gate | Q2 |
And show them there the things that you have raised | Q2 |
Not everything perchance but always one | L3 |
Miraculously rooted flower plot | Q2 |
Which is your pride their pattern Socrates | N2 |
Could he be with you there at such a time | V2 |
Would have some unsolicited shrewd words | N2 |
To say that you might hearken to but I | A3 |
Say nothing for I am not Socrates | N2 |
So much good friends for flowers and I thank you | Z |
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There was a poet once who would have roared | Q2 |
Away the world and had an end of stars | N2 |
Where was he when I quoted him oh yes | N2 |
'T is easy for a man to link loud words | N2 |
With woeful pomp and unschooled emphasis | N2 |
And add one thundered contribution more | K3 |
To the dirges of all hollowness I said | Q2 |
But here again I find the question set | Q2 |
Before me after turning books on books | N2 |
And looking soulward through man after man | L3 |
If there indeed be more determining | H3 |
Play service in remotely sounding down | L3 |
The world's one sidedness If I judge right | Q2 |
Your pounding protestations echoing | H3 |
Their burden of unfraught futility | L3 |
Surge back to mute forgetfulness at last | Q2 |
And have a kind of sunny sullen end | Q2 |
Like any cold north storm But there are few | Z |
Still seas that have no life to profit them | V2 |
And even in such currents of the mind | Q2 |
As have no tide rush in them but are drowsed | Q2 |
Crude thoughts may dart in armor and upspring | H3 |
With waking sound when all is dim with peace | N2 |
Like sturgeons in the twilight out of Lethe | R3 |
And though they be discordant hard grotesque | H3 |
And all unwelcome to the lethargy | L3 |
That you think means repose you know as well | Q |
As if your names were shouted when they leap | P2 |
And when they leap you listen Ah friends friends | N2 |
There are these things we do not like to know | L3 |
They trouble us they make us hesitate | Q2 |
They touch us and we try to put them off | T3 |
We banish one another and then say | O2 |
That we are left alone the midnight leaf | Z3 |
That rattles where it hangs above the snow | L3 |
Gaunt fluttering forlorn scarcely may seem | V2 |
So cold in all its palsied loneliness | N2 |
As we we frozen brothers who have yet | Q2 |
Profoundly and severely to find out | Q2 |
That there is more of unpermitted love | B4 |
In most men's reticence than most men think | H3 |
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Once when I made it out fond headedness | N2 |
To say that we should ever be apprised | Q2 |
Of our deserts and their emolument | Q2 |
At all but in the specious way of words | N2 |
The wisdom of a warm thought woke within me | L3 |
And I could read the sun Then did I turn | L3 |
My long defeated face full to the world | Q2 |
And through the clouded warfare of it all | N3 |
Discern the light Through dusk that hindered it | Q2 |
I found the truth and for the first whole time | V2 |
Knew then that we were climbing Not as one | L3 |
Who mounts along with his experience | N2 |
Bound on him like an Old Man of the Sea | L3 |
Not as a moral pedant who drags chains | N2 |
Of his unearned ideals after him | V2 |
And always to the lead like thud they make | H3 |
Attunes a cold inhospitable chant | Q2 |
Of All Things Easy to the Non Attached | Q2 |
But as a man a scarred man among men | L3 |
I knew it and I felt the strings of thought | Q2 |
Between us to pull tight the while I strove | C4 |
And if a curse came ringing now and then | L3 |
To my defended ears how could I know | L3 |
The light that burned above me and within me | L3 |
And at the same time put on cap and bells | N2 |
For such as yet were groping | H3 |
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Killigrew | K3 |
Made there as if to stifle a small cough | D4 |
I might have kicked him but regret forbade | Q2 |
The subtle admonition and indeed | Q2 |
When afterwards I reprimanded him | V2 |
The fellow never knew quite what I meant | Q2 |
I may have been unjust The Captain read | Q2 |
Right on without a chuckle or a pause | N2 |
As if he had heard nothing | H3 |
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How forsooth | R3 |
Shall any man by curses or by groans | N2 |
Or by the laugh jarred stillness of all hell | Q |
Be so drawn down to servitude again | L3 |
That on some backward level of lost laws | N2 |
And undivined relations he may know | L3 |
No longer Love's imperative resource | N2 |
Firm once and his well treasured then but now | L3 |
Too fondly thrown away And if there come | V2 |
But once on all his journey singing down | L3 |
To find him the gold throated forward call | N3 |
What way but one what but the forward way | O2 |
Shall after that call guide him When his ears | N2 |
Have earned an inward skill to methodize | N2 |
The clash of all crossed voices and all noises | N2 |
How shall he grope to be confused again | L3 |
As he has been by discord When his eyes | N2 |
Have read the book of wisdom in the sun | L3 |
And after dark deciphered it on earth | R3 |
How shall he turn them back to scan some huge | E4 |
Blood lettered protest of bewildered men | L3 |
That hunger while he feeds where they would starve | F4 |
And all absurdly perish | G4 |
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Killigrew | K3 |
Looked hard for a subtile object on the wall | N3 |
And having found it sighed The Captain paused | Q2 |
If he grew tedious most assuredly | L3 |
Did he crave pardon of us he had feared | Q2 |
Beforehand that he might be wearisome | V2 |
But there was not much more of it he said | Q2 |
No more than just enough And we rejoiced | Q2 |
That he should look so kindly on us then | L3 |
Commend me to a dying man's grimace | N2 |
For absolute humor always Killigrew | K3 |
Maintains but I know better | K3 |
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Work for them | V2 |
You tell me Work the folly out of them | V2 |
Go back to them and teach them how to climb | V2 |
While you teach caterpillars how to fly | A3 |
You tell me that Alnaschar is a fool | H4 |
Because he dreams And what is this you ask | H3 |
I make him wise I teach him to be still | I4 |
While you go polishing the Pyramids | N2 |
I hold Alnaschar's feet And while you have | J4 |
The ghost of Memnon's image all day singing | H3 |
I sit with aching arms and hardly catch | K4 |
A few spilled echoes of the song of songs | N2 |
The song that I should have as utterly | L3 |
For mine as other men should once have had | Q2 |
The sweetest a glad shepherd ever trilled | Q2 |
In Sharon long ago Is this the way | O2 |
For me to do good climbing any more | K3 |
Than Phaethon's Do you think the golden tone | L3 |
Of that far singing call you all have heard | Q2 |
Means any more for you than you should be | L3 |
Wise heartedly glad heartedly yourselves | N2 |
Do this there is no more for you to do | Q2 |
And you have no dread left no shame no scorn | L3 |
And while you have your wisdom and your gold | Q2 |
Songs calling and the Princess in your arms | N2 |
Remember if you like from time to time | V2 |
Down yonder where the clouded millions go | L3 |
Your bloody knuckled scullions are not slaves | N2 |
Your children of Alnaschar are not fools | N2 |
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Nor are they quite so foreign or far down | L3 |
As you may think to see them What you take | H3 |
To be the cursedest mean thing that crawls | N2 |
On earth is nearer to you than you know | L3 |
You may not ever crush him but you lose | N2 |
You may not ever shield him but you gain | L3 |
As he with all his crookedness gains with you | Q2 |
Your preaching and your teaching your achieving | H3 |
Your lifting up and your discovering | H3 |
Are more than often more than you have dreamed | Q2 |
The world refracted evidence of what | Q2 |
Your dream denies You cannot hide yourselves | N2 |
In any multitude or solitude | Q2 |
Or mask yourselves in any studied guise | N2 |
Of hardness or of old humility | L3 |
But soon by some discriminating man | L3 |
Some humorist at large like Socrates | N2 |
You get yourselves found out Now I should be | L3 |
Found out without an effort For example | Y3 |
When I go riding trimmed and shaved again | L3 |
Consistent adequate respectable | Y3 |
Some citizen for curiosity | L3 |
Will ask of a good neighbor 'What is this ' | - |
'It is the funeral of Captain Craig ' | - |
Will be the neighbor's word 'And who good man | L3 |
Was Captain Craig ' 'He was an humorist | Q2 |
And we are told that there is nothing more | K3 |
For any man alive to say of him ' | - |
'There is nothing very strange in that ' says A | L4 |
'But the brass band What has he done to be | L3 |
Blown through like this by cornets and trombones | N2 |
And here you have this incompatible dirge | M4 |
Where are the jokes in that ' Then B should say | O2 |
'Maintained his humor nothing more or less | N2 |
The story goes that on the day before | K3 |
He died some say a week but that's a trifle | Y3 |
He said with a subdued facetiousness | N2 |
Play Handel not Chopin assuredly not | Q2 |
Chopin ' He was indeed an humorist | Q2 |
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He made the paper fall down at arm's length | R3 |
And with a tension of half quizzical | Y3 |
Benignity that made it hard for us | N2 |
He looked up first at Morgan then at me | L3 |
Almost I thought as if his eyes would ask | H3 |
If we were satisfied and as he looked | Q2 |
The tremor of an old heart's weariness | N2 |
Was on his mouth He gazed at each of us | N2 |
But spoke no further word that afternoon | L3 |
He put away the paper closed his eyes | N2 |
And went to sleep with his lips flickering | H3 |
And after that we left him At midnight | Q2 |
Plunket and I looked in but he still slept | Q2 |
And everything was going as it should | Q2 |
The watchman yawned rattled his newspaper | K3 |
And wondered what it was that ailed his lamp | N4 |
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Next day we found the Captain wide awake | H3 |
Propped up and searching dimly with a spoon | L3 |
Through another dreary dish of chicken broth | R3 |
Which he raised up to me at my approach | O4 |
So fervently and so unconsciously | L3 |
That one could only laugh He looked again | L3 |
At each of us and as he looked he frowned | Q2 |
And there was something in that frown of his | N2 |
That none of us had ever seen before | K3 |
Kind friends he said be sure that I rejoice | N2 |
To know that you have come to visit me | L3 |
Be sure I speak with undisguised words | N2 |
And earnest when I say that I rejoice | N2 |
But what the devil whispered Killigrew | K3 |
I kicked him for I thought I understood | Q2 |
The old man's eyes had glimmered wearily | L3 |
At first but now they glittered like to those | N2 |
Of a glad fish Beyond a doubt said he | L3 |
My dream this morning was more singular | K3 |
Than any other I have ever known | L3 |
Give me that I might live ten thousand years | N2 |
And all those years do nothing but have dreams | N2 |
I doubt me much if any one of them | V2 |
Could be so quaint or so fantastical | L3 |
So pregnant as a dream of mine this morning | H3 |
You may not think it any more than odd | Q2 |
You may not feel you cannot wholly feel | L3 |
How droll it was I dreamed that I found Hamlet | Q2 |
Found him at work drenched with an angry sweat | Q2 |
Predestined he declared with emphasis | N2 |
To root out a large weed on Lethe wharf | P4 |
And after I had watched him for some time | V2 |
I laughed at him and told him that no root | Q2 |
Would ever come the while he talked like that | Q2 |
The power was not in him I explained | Q2 |
For such compound accomplishment He glared | Q2 |
At me of course next moment laughed at me | L3 |
And finally laughed with me I was right | Q2 |
And we had eisel on the strength of it | Q2 |
'They tell me that this water is not good ' | - |
Said Hamlet and you should have seen him smile | L3 |
Conceited Pelion and Ossa pah | Q4 |
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But anon comes in a crocodile We stepped | Q2 |
Adroitly down upon the back of him | V2 |
And away we went to an undiscovered country | L3 |
A fertile place but in more ways than one | L3 |
So like the region we had started from | V2 |
That Hamlet straightway found another weed | Q2 |
And there began to tug I laughed again | L3 |
Till he cried out on me and on my mirth | R3 |
Protesting all he knew 'The Fates ' he said | Q2 |
'Have ordered it that I shall have these roots ' | - |
But all at once a dreadful hunger seized him | V2 |
And it was then we killed the crocodile | L3 |
Killed him and ate him Washed with eisel down | L3 |
That luckless reptile was to the last morsel | L3 |
And there we were with flag fens all around us | N2 |
And there was Hamlet at his task again | L3 |
Ridiculous And while I watched his work | H3 |
The drollest of all changes came to pass | N2 |
The weed had snapped off just above the root | Q2 |
Not warning him and I was left alone | L3 |
The bubbles rose and I laughed heartily | L3 |
To think of him I laughed when I woke up | R4 |
And when my soup came in I laughed again | L3 |
I think I may have laughed a little no | L3 |
Not when you came Why do you look like that | Q2 |
You don't believe me Crocodiles why not | Q2 |
Who knows what he has eaten in his life | S4 |
Who knows but I have eaten Atropos | N2 |
'Briar and oak for a soldier's crown ' you say | N2 |
Provence Oh no Had I been Socrates | N2 |
Count Pretzel would have been the King of Spain | L3 |
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Now of all casual things we might have said | Q2 |
To make the matter smooth at such a time | V2 |
There may have been a few that we had found | Q2 |
Sufficient Recollection fails however | K3 |
To say that we said anything We looked | Q2 |
Had he been Carmichael we might have stood | Q2 |
Like faithful hypocrites and laughed at him | V2 |
But the Captain was not Carmichael at all | L3 |
For the Captain had no frogs he had the sun | L3 |
So there we waited hungry for the word | Q2 |
Tormented unsophisticated stretched | Q2 |
Till with a drawl to save us Killigrew | K3 |
Good humoredly spoke out The Captain fixed | Q2 |
His eyes on him with some severity | L3 |
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That was a funny dream beyond a doubt | Q2 |
Said Killigrew too funny to be laughed at | Q2 |
Too humorous we mean Too humorous | N2 |
The Captain answered I approve of that | Q2 |
Proceed We were not glad for Killigrew | K3 |
Well he went on 't was only this You see | L3 |
My dream this morning was a droll one too | Q2 |
I dreamed that a sad man was in my room | V2 |
Sitting as I do now beside the bed | Q2 |
I questioned him but he made no reply | L3 |
Said not a word but sang Said not a word | Q2 |
But sang the Captain echoed Very good | Q2 |
Now tell me what it was the sad man sang | H3 |
Now that said Killigrew constrainedly | L3 |
And with a laugh that might have been left out | Q2 |
Is why I know it must have been a dream | V2 |
But there he was and I lay in the bed | Q2 |
Like you and I could see him just as well | L3 |
As you see my right hand And for the songs | N2 |
He sang to me there's where the dream part comes | N2 |
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You don't remember them the Captain said | Q2 |
With a weary little chuckle very well | L3 |
I might have guessed it Never mind your dream | V2 |
But let me go to sleep For a moment then | L3 |
There was a frown on Killigrew's good face | N2 |
And then there was a smile Not quite said he | L3 |
The songs that he sang first were sorrowful | L3 |
And they were stranger than the man himself | V |
And he was very strange but I found out | Q2 |
Through all the gloom of him and of his music | H3 |
That a say well say mystic cheerfulness | N2 |
Pervaded him for slowly as he sang | H3 |
There came a change and I began to know | L3 |
The method of it all Song after song | H3 |
Was ended and when I had listened there | K3 |
For hours I mean for dream hours hearing him | V2 |
And always glad that I was hearing him | V2 |
There came another change a great one Tears | N2 |
Rolled out at last like bullets from his eyes | N2 |
And I could hear them fall down on the floor | K3 |
Like shoes and they were always marking time | V2 |
For the song that he was singing I have lost | Q2 |
The greater number of his verses now | L3 |
But there are some like these that I remember | K3 |
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'Ten men from Zanzibar | K3 |
Black as iron hammers are | K3 |
Riding on a cable car | K3 |
Down to Crowley's theatre ' | - |
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Ten men the Captain interrupted there | K3 |
Ten men my Euthyphron That is beautiful | L3 |
But never mind I wish to go to sleep | P2 |
Tell Cebes that I wish to go to sleep | P2 |
O ye of little faith your golden plumes | N2 |
Are like to drag par dee We may have smiled | Q2 |
In after days to think how Killigrew | K3 |
Had sacrificed himself to fight that silence | N2 |
But we were grateful to him none the less | N2 |
And if we smiled that may have been the reason | L3 |
But the good Captain for a long time then | L3 |
Said nothing he lay quiet fast asleep | P2 |
For all that we could see We waited there | K3 |
Till each of us I fancy must have made | Q2 |
The paper on the wall begin to squirm | V2 |
And then got up to leave My friends went out | Q2 |
And I was going when the old man cried | Q2 |
You leave me now now it has come to this | N2 |
What have I done to make you go Come back | H3 |
Come back | H3 |
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There was a quaver in his cry | K3 |
That we shall not forget reproachful kind | Q2 |
Indignant piteous It seemed as one | L3 |
Marooned on treacherous tide feeding sand | Q2 |
Were darkly calling over the still straits | N2 |
Between him and irrevocable shores | N2 |
Where now there was no lamp to fade for him | V2 |
No call to give him answer We were there | K3 |
Before him but his eyes were not much turned | Q2 |
On us nor was it very much to us | N2 |
That he began to speak the broken words | N2 |
The scattered words that he had left in him | V2 |
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So it has come to this And what is this | N2 |
Death do you call it Death And what is death | R3 |
Why do you look like that at me again | L3 |
Why do you shrink your brows and shut your lips | N2 |
If it be fear then I can do no more | K3 |
Than hope for all of you that you may find | Q2 |
Your promise of the sun if it be grief | Z3 |
You feel to think that this old face of mine | L3 |
May never look at you and laugh again | L3 |
Then tell me why it is that you have gone | L3 |
So long with me and followed me so far | K3 |
And had me to believe you took my words | N2 |
For more than ever misers did their gold | Q2 |
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He listened but his eyes were far from us | N2 |
Too far to make us turn to Killigrew | K3 |
Or search the futile shelves of our own thoughts | N2 |
For golden labeled insincerities | N2 |
To make placebos of The marrowy sense | N2 |
Of slow November rain that splashed against | Q2 |
The shingles and the glass reminded us | N2 |
That we had brought umbrellas He continued | Q2 |
Oh can it be that I too credulous | N2 |
Have made myself believe that you believe | M3 |
Yourselves to be the men that you are not | Q2 |
I prove and I prize well your friendliness | N2 |
But I would have that your last look at me | L3 |
Be not like this for I would scan today | N2 |
Strong thoughts on all your faces no regret | Q2 |
No still commiseration oh not that | Q2 |
No doubt no fear A man may be as brave | U3 |
As Ajax in the fury of his arms | N2 |
And in the midmost warfare of his thoughts | N2 |
Be frail as Paris For the love therefore | K3 |
That brothered us when we stood back that day | N2 |
From Delium the love that holds us now | L3 |
More than it held us at Amphipolis | N2 |
Forget you not that he who in his work | H3 |
Would mount from these low roads of measured shame | V2 |
To tread the leagueless highway must fling first | Q2 |
And fling forevermore beyond his reach | O3 |
The shackles of a slave who doubts the sun | L3 |
There is no servitude so fraudulent | Q2 |
As of a sun shut mind for 't is the mind | Q2 |
That makes you craven or invincible | L3 |
Diseased or puissant The mind will pay | N2 |
Ten thousand fold and be the richer then | L3 |
To grant new service but the world pays hard | Q2 |
And accurately sickens till in years | N2 |
The dole has eked its end and there is left | Q2 |
What all of you are noting on all days | N2 |
In these Athenian streets where squandered men | L3 |
Drag ruins of half warriors to the grave | U3 |
Or to Hippocrates | N2 |
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His head fell back | H3 |
And he lay still with wearied eyes half closed | Q2 |
We waited but a few faint words yet stayed | Q2 |
Kind friends he said friends I have known so long | H3 |
Though I have jested with you in time past | Q2 |
Though I have stung your pride with epithets | N2 |
Not all forbearing still when I am gone | L3 |
Say Socrates wrought always for the best | Q2 |
And for the wisest end Give me the cup | R4 |
The truth is yours God's universe is yours | N2 |
Good by good citizens give me the cup | R4 |
Again we waited and this time we knew | Q2 |
Those lips of his that would not flicker down | L3 |
Had yet some fettered message for us there | K3 |
We waited and we watched him All at once | N2 |
With a faint flash the clouded eyes grew clear | K3 |
And then we knew the man was coming back | H3 |
We watched him and I listened The man smiled | Q2 |
And looked about him not regretfully | L3 |
Not anxiously and when at last he spoke | H3 |
Before the long drowse came to give him peace | N2 |
One word was all he said Trombones he said | Q2 |
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That evening at The Chrysalis again | L3 |
We smoked and looked at one another's eyes | N2 |
And we were glad The world had scattered ways | N2 |
For us to take we knew but for the time | V2 |
That one snug room where big beech logs roared smooth | R3 |
Defiance to the cold rough rain outside | Q2 |
Sufficed There were no scattered ways for us | N2 |
That we could see just then and we were glad | Q2 |
We were glad to be on earth and we rejoiced | Q2 |
No less for Captain Craig that he was gone | L3 |
We might for his dead benefit have run | L3 |
The gamut of all human weaknesses | N2 |
And uttered after platitudes enough | T4 |
Wrecked on his own abstractions and all such | Q3 |
To drive away Gambrinus and the bead | Q2 |
From Bernard's ale and I suppose we might | Q2 |
Have praised accordingly the Lord of Hosts | N2 |
For letting us believe that we were not | Q2 |
The least and idlest of His handiwork | H3 |
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So Plunket who had knowledge of all sorts | N2 |
Yet hardly ever spoke began to plink | H3 |
O tu Palermo quaintly with his nails | N2 |
On Morgan's fiddle and at once got seized | Q2 |
As if he were some small thing by the neck | H3 |
Then the consummate Morgan having told | Q2 |
Explicitly what hardship might accrue | Q2 |
To Plunket if he did that any more | K3 |
Made roaring chords and acrobatic runs | N2 |
And then with his kind eyes on Killigrew | K3 |
Struck up the schoolgirls' march in Lohengrin | L3 |
So Killigrew might smile and stretch himself | V |
And have to light his pipe When that was done | L3 |
We knew that Morgan by the looks of him | V2 |
Was in the mood for almost anything | H3 |
From Bach to Offenbach and of all times | N2 |
That he has ever played that one somehow | L3 |
That evening of the day the Captain died | Q2 |
Stands out like one great verse of a good song | H3 |
One strain that sings itself beyond the rest | Q2 |
For magic and a glamour that it has | N2 |
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The ways have scattered for us and all things | N2 |
Have changed and we have wisdom I doubt not | Q2 |
More fit for the world's work than we had then | L3 |
But neither parted roads nor cent per cent | Q2 |
May starve quite out the child that lives in us | N2 |
The Child that is the Man the Mystery | K3 |
The Ph oelig nix of the World So now and then | L3 |
That evening of the day the Captain died | Q2 |
Returns to us and there comes always with it | Q2 |
The storm the warm restraint the fellowship | U4 |
The friendship and the firelight and the fiddle | L3 |
So too there comes a day that followed it | Q2 |
A windy dreary day with a cold white shine | L3 |
Which only gummed the tumbled frozen ruts | N2 |
That made us ache The road was hard and long | H3 |
But we had what we knew to comfort us | N2 |
And we had the large humor of the thing | H3 |
To make it advantageous for men stopped | Q2 |
And eyed us on that road from time to time | V2 |
And on that road the children followed us | N2 |
And all along that road the Tilbury Band | Q2 |
Blared indiscreetly the Dead March in Saul | L3 |
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