Victor Galbraith. (birds Of Passage. Flight The First) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAACD EEBFEC GABG CB EEBEEBB HIBH BB JJBJJB AABAAB| Under the walls of Monterey | A |
| At daybreak the bugles began to play | A |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| In the mist of the morning damp and gray | A |
| These were the words they seemed to say | A |
| 'Come forth to thy death | C |
| Victor Galbraith ' | D |
| - | |
| Forth he came with a martial tread | E |
| Firm was his step erect his head | E |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| He who so well the bugle played | F |
| Could not mistake the words it said | E |
| 'Come forth to thy death | C |
| Victor Galbraith ' | - |
| - | |
| He looked at the earth he looked at the sky | G |
| He looked at the files of musketry | A |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| And he said with a steady voice and eye | G |
| 'Take good aim I am ready to die ' | - |
| Thus challenges death | C |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| - | |
| Twelve fiery tongues flashed straight and red | E |
| Six leaden balls on their errand sped | E |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| Falls to the ground but he is not dead | E |
| His name was not stamped on those balls of lead | E |
| And they only scath | B |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
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| Three balls are in his breast and brain | H |
| But he rises out of the dust again | I |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| The water he drinks has a bloody stain | H |
| 'O kill me and put me out of my pain ' | - |
| In his agony prayeth | B |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| - | |
| Forth dart once more those tongues of flame | J |
| And the bugler has died a death of shame | J |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| His soul has gone back to whence it came | J |
| And no one answers to the name | J |
| When the Sergeant saith | B |
| 'Victor Galbraith ' | - |
| - | |
| Under the walls of Monterey | A |
| By night a bugle is heard to play | A |
| Victor Galbraith | B |
| Through the mist of the valley damp and gray | A |
| The sentinels hear the sound and say | A |
| 'That is the wraith | B |
| Of Victor Galbraith ' | - |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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