The Ports Of The Open Sea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDCDEFEFGGH IJEJKDKD CLCLKDKD MNONKKKK PQQQRDRD KSKSQTQT QUQUVDWD QXQXODOD

Down here where the ships loom large inA
The gloom when the sea storms veerB
Down here on the south west marginC
Of the western hemisphereB
Where the might of a world wide oceanC
Round the youngest land rolls freeD
Storm bound from the world s commotionC
Lie the Ports of the Open SeaD
By the bluff where the grey sand reachesE
To the kerb of the spray swept streetF
By the sweep of the black sand beachesE
From the main road travellers feetF
By the heights like a work TitanicG
By a bluff lined coast volcanicG
Lie the Ports of the wild South eastH
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By the steeps of the snow capped rangeI
By the scarped and terraced hillsJ
Far away from the swift life changesE
From the wear of the strife that killsJ
Where the land in the Spring seems youngerK
Than a land of the Earth might beD
Oh the hearts of the rovers hungerK
For the Ports of the Open SeaD
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But the captains watch and hearkenC
For a sign of the South Sea wrathL
Let the face of the South east darkenC
And they turn to the ocean pathL
Ay the sea boats dare not lingerK
Whatever the cargo beD
When the South east lifts a fingerK
By the Ports of the Open SeaD
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South by the bleak Bluff faringM
North where the Three Kings waitN
South east the tempest daringO
Flight through the storm tossed straitN
Yonder a white winged roamerK
Struck where the rollers roarK
Where the great green froth flaked comberK
Breaks down on a black ribbed shoreK
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For the South east lands are dread landsP
To the sailor in the shroudsQ
Where the low clouds loom like headlandsQ
And the black bluffs blur like cloudsQ
When the breakers rage to windwardR
And the lights are masked a leeD
And the sunken rocks run inwardR
To a Port of the Open SeaD
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But oh for the South east weatherK
The sweep of the three days galeS
When far through the flax and heatherK
The spindrift drives like hailS
Glory to man s creationsQ
That drive where the gale grows gruffT
When the homes of the sea coast stationsQ
Flash white from the dark ning bluffT
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When the swell of the South east rousesQ
The wrath of the Maori spriteU
And the brown folk flee their housesQ
And crouch in the flax by nightU
And wait as they long have waitedV
In fear as the brown folk beD
The wave of destruction fatedW
For the Ports of the Open SeaD
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Grey cloud to the mountain basesQ
Wild boughs that rush and sweepX
On the rounded hills the tussocksQ
Like flocks of flying sheepX
A lonely storm bird soaringO
O er tussock fern and treeD
And the boulder beaches roaringO
The Hymn of the Open SeaD

Henry Lawson



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