A Slight Misunderstanding At The Jasper Gate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEBEFFDDGGHIBG DDFFBBJKHK LLFFMMNOPO

Oh do you hear the argument far up above the skiesA
The voice of old Saint Peter in expostulation riseA
Growing shrill and ever shriller at the thing that s being doneB
More in sorrow than in anger like our old Jack RobertsonB
Old Saint Peter s had his troubles heaps of troubles great and smallC
Since he kept the gates of Heaven but this last one covers allC
It is not a crowing rooster that s a sight and sound he s useterD
Simulated by some impish spirit that he knows full wellE
It is simply Drake of Devon who is breaking out of HeavenB
With a crew of pirate brethren to come down once more to HellE
Oh do you hear the distant sound that seems to come and goF
As thunder does in summer time when faraway and lowF
Or the croon beneath the church bells when they re pealing from the towerD
And the church bells are the battle call in this dark anxious hourD
Do you feel the distant throbbing Do you feel it go and comeG
Like a war hymn on horizons or a centuries mellowed drumG
Hear it sobbing hear it throbbing like some not unhappy sobbingH
By the peaceful Devon landscape and the fair Devonian homeI
By the land those spirits meet in and it s Drake s Drum spirit beatenB
By perhaps the Rose of Torridge and it s calling Drake to comeG
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Oh do you feel a cooling hand upon your fevered browD
That dulls your ears to Hell s Own Din or that worse Silence nowD
In the starlight in the Channel while Destruction lurks belowF
Or that Nether Hell the Stoke hole where you cannot see or knowF
Do you feel a soothing presence keeping sanity in oneB
Going mad in Satan s Nightmare where the gun crew works the gunB
It is Raleigh Admiral Poet who had dreams though few may know itJ
Who had dreams of England s greatness otherwise than by the seaK
Sorrowful but all forgiving bringing courage to the livingH
Raleigh s Spirit not from London but his Vanished ColonyK
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Oh do you feel a stony calm that you had never knownL
With comrades in the firing line or Sentry Go aloneL
When it s Hellfire all around you and it s freezing slush belowF
Or you pace in rain and darkness with Old Death and Sentry GoF
Feel a cold determination that makes all but Now a blankM
That s half foreign to your nature and half foreign to your rankM
It is Wellington where French is who has broken Heaven s trenchesN
With his purple blooded captains who used purple language thenO
Come to strengthen with his spirit all the coolness you inheritP
He who took the scum of Europe and who trained them to be MenO

Henry Lawson



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