The Call Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEDEFFDGDGHH

Hark 'tis the rush of the horsesA
The crash of the galloping gunB
The stars are out of their coursesA
The hour of Doom has begunB
Leap from thy scabbard O swordC
Leap 'Tis the Day of the LordC
Prate not of peace any longerD
Laughter and idlesse and easeE
Up every man that is strongerD
Leave but the priest on his kneesE
Quick every hand to the hiltF
Who striketh not his the guiltF
Call not each man on his brotherD
Cry not to Heaven to saveG
Thou art the man not anotherD
Thou to off glove and out glaiveG
Fight ye who ne'er fought beforeH
Fight ye old fighting men moreH

Francis William Bourdillon



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