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The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
I stand on the mark beside the shore	B
Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee	C
Where exile turned to ancestor	D
And God was thanked for liberty	C
I have run through the night my skin is as dark	E
I bend my knee down on this mark	E
I look on the sky and the sea	C
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II	A
O pilgrim souls I speak to you	F
I see you come out proud and slow	G
From the land of the spirits pale as dew	F
And round me and round me ye go	G
O pilgrims I have gasped and run	H
All night long from the whips of one	H
Who in your names works sin and woe	G
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III	A
And thus I thought that I would come	I
And kneel here where I knelt before	B
And feel your souls around me hum	I
In undertone to the ocean's roar	B
And lift my black face my black hand	J
Here in your names to curse this land	J
Ye blessed in freedom's evermore	B
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IV	K
I am black I am black	L
And yet God made me they say	M
But if He did so smiling back	L
He must have cast His work away	M
Under the feet of His white creatures	N
With a look of scorn that the dusky features	N
Might be trodden again to clay	M
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V	K
And yet He has made dark things	O
To be glad and merry as light	P
There's a little dark bird sits and sings	O
There's a dark stream ripples out of sight	P
And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass	Q
And the sweetest stars are made to pass	Q
O'er the face of the darkest night	P
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VI	K
But we who are dark we are dark	E
Ah God we have no stars	R
About our souls in care and cark	E
Our blackness shuts like prison bars	R
The poor souls crouch so far behind	S
That never a comfort can they find	S
By reaching through the prison bars	R
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VII	K
Indeed we live beneath the sky	E
That great smooth Hand of God stretched out	T
On all His children fatherly	K
To bless them from the fear and doubt	T
Which would be if from this low place	U
All opened straight up to His face	U
Into the grand eternity	K
	-
VIII	K
And still God's sunshine and His frost	V
They make us hot they make us cold	W
As if we were not black and lost	V
And the beasts and birds in wood and fold	W
Do fear and take us for very men	X
Could the weep poor will or the cat of the glen	X
Look into my eyes and be bold	W
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IX	U
I am black I am black	E
But once I laughed in girlish glee	K
For one of my colour stood in the track	E
Where the drivers drove and looked at me	K
And tender and full was the look he gave	K
Could a slave look so at another slave	K
I look at the sky and the sea	K
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X	U
And from that hour our spirits grew	F
As free as if unsold unbought	W
Oh strong enough since we were two	F
To conquer the world we thought	W
The drivers drove us day by day	W
We did not mind we went one way	W
And no better a liberty sought	W
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XI	K
In the sunny ground between the canes	U
He said 'I love you' as he passed	W
When the shingle roof rang sharp with the rains	U
I heard how he vowed it fast	W
While others shook he smiled in the hut	W
As he carved me a bowl of the cocoa nut	W
Through the roar of the hurricanes	U
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XII	U
I sang his name instead of a song	E
Over and over I sang his name	Y
Upward and downward I drew it along	E
My various notes the same the same	Y
I sang it low that the slave girls near	Z
Might never guess from aught they could hear	A2
It was only a name	Y
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XIII	U
I look on the sky and the sea	U
We were two to love and two to pray	W
Yes two O God who cried to Thee	U
Though nothing didst Thou say	W
Coldly Thou sat'st behind the sun	H
And now I cry who am but one	H
How wilt Thou speak to day	W
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XIV	K
We were black we were black	E
We had no claim to love and bliss	U
What marvel if each turned to lack	E
They wrung my cold hands out of his	U
They dragged him where I crawled to touch	B2
His blood's mark in the dust not much	B2
Ye pilgrim souls though plain as this	U
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XV	K
Wrong followed by a deeper wrong	E
Mere grief's too good for such as I	E
So the white men brought the shame ere long	E
To strangle the sob of my agony	U
They would not leave me for my dull	C2
Wet eyes it was too merciful	C2
To let me weep pure tears and die	E
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XVI	K
I am black I am black	E
I wore a child upon my breast	W
An amulet that hung too slack	E
And in my unrest could not rest	W
Thus we went moaning child and mother	D
One to another one to another	D
Until all ended for the best	W
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XVII	K
For hark I will tell you low Iow	E
I am black you see	U
And the babe who lay on my bosom so	U
Was far too white too white for me	U
As white as the ladies who scorned to pray	W
Beside me at church but yesterday	W
Though my tears had washed a place for my knee	U
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XVIII	K
My own own child I could not bear	D2
To look in his face it was so white	W
I covered him up with a kerchief there	D2
I covered his face in close and tight	W
And he moaned and struggled as well might be	U
For the white child wanted his liberty	U
Ha ha he wanted his master right	W
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XIX	U
He moaned and beat with his head and feet	W
His little feet that never grew	F
He struck them out as it was meet	W
Against my heart to break it through	F
I might have sung and made him mild	W
But I dared not sing to the white faced child	W
The only song I knew	F
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XX	U
I pulled the kerchief very close	U
He could not see the sun I swear	D2
More then alive than now he does	U
From between the roots of the mango where	D2
I know where Close a child and mother	D
Do wrong to look at one another	D
When one is black and one is fair	D2
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XXI	U
Why in that single glance I had	W
Of my child's face I tell you all	E2
I saw a look that made me mad	W
The master's look that used to fall	E2
On my soul like his lash or worse	U
And so to save it from my curse	U
I twisted it round in my shawl	E2
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XXII	U
And he moaned and trembled from foot to head	W
He shivered from head to foot	W
Till after a time he lay instead	W
Too suddenly still and mute	W
I felt beside a stiffening cold	W
I dared to lift up just a fold	W
As in lifting a leaf of the mango fruit	W
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XXIII	U
But my fruit ha ha there had been	F2
I laugh to think on't at this hour	D
Your fine white angels who have seen	G2
Nearest the secret of God's power	D
And plucked my fruit to make them wine	H2
And sucked the soul of that child of mine	H2
As the humming bird sucks the soul of the flower	D
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XXIV	K
Ha ha for the trick of the angels white	W
They freed the white child's spirit so	U
I said not a word but day and night	W
I carried the body to and fro	U
And it lay on my heart like a stone as chill	I2
The sun may shine out as much as he will	I2
I am cold though it happened a month ago	U
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XXV	K
From the white man's house and the black man's hut	W
I carried the little body on	J2
The forest's arms did round us shut	W
And silence through the trees did run	H
They asked no question as I went	W
They stood too high for astonishment	W
They could see God sit on His throne	K2
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XXVI	K
My little body kerchiefed fast	W
I bore it on through the forest on	J2
And when I felt it was tired at last	W
I scooped a hole beneath the moon	L2
Through the forest tops the angels far	M2
With a white sharp finger from every star	M2
Did point and mock at what was done	H
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XXVII	K
Yet when it was all done aright	W
Earth 'twixt me and my baby strewed	W
All changed to black earth nothing white	W
A dark child in the dark ensued	W
Some comfort and my heart grew young	E
I sate down smiling there and sung	E
The song I learnt in my maidenhood	W
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XXVIII	K
And thus we two were reconciled	W
The white child and black mother thus	U
For as I sang it soft and wild	W
The same song more melodious	U
Rose from the grave whereon I sate	W
It was the dead child singing that	W
To join the souls of both of us	U
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XXIX	U
I look on the sea and the sky	E
Where the pilgrims' ships first anchored lay	W
The free sun rideth gloriously	U
But the pilgrim ghosts have slid away	W
Through the earliest streaks of the morn	N2
My face is black but it glares with a scorn	N2
Which they dare not meet	W