The Headless Trooper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB EFGFHF IJKJLJ MLNLOL PQRQSQ TUVUFU WSXS YS ZCA2CB2C QC2D2C2B2C2 E2F2G2F2H2F2 I2FJ2FK2F CL2M2L2H2L2 H2D2KD2N2D2 O2H2P2H2Q2 H2 R2H2H2H2P2H2 S2T2U2T2H2T2KT2 V2W2H2W2X2W2 RY2P2Y2W2Y2 W2H2B2H2H2H2 RH2W2H2W2H2 H2W2Z2W2 H2W2 W2W2A3W2W2W2 W2W2B3W2H2W2 W2H2W2H2H2H2 C3D3H2D3MD3 W2H2W2H2H2H2 W2W2E3W2W2W2H2W2 Z2W2S W2F3W2 SG3HG3H3G3 I3J3H2J3H2J3 H2W2H2W2W2W2 W2I2W2I2K3I2 L3W2M3W2W2W2 W2W2N3W2O3W2 O3W2FW2 EW2 W2D2W2D2W2D2 W2JW2JW2J W2P3Q3P3W2P3 H2H2P3H2YH2 W2W2G3W2HW2 W2L3W2L3H2No not another step for all | A |
The troopers out of hell | B |
I'll camp beside this swamp to night | C |
Despite the yarns you tell | B |
I'm dead beat that's a solid fact | D |
The other thing's a sell | B |
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And Ike gave in good easy Ike | E |
Though now and then he stole | F |
A glance across that dismal swamp | G |
Lugubriously droll | F |
'Twas plain that Headless Trooper lay | H |
Heavily on his soul | F |
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And ere he slept again he told | I |
That tale of bloody men | J |
And how the Headless Trooper still | K |
Rode nightly in the fen | J |
And then he slept but in his sleep | L |
He told it all again | J |
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I cannot rest beside a man | M |
Who mutters in his sleep | L |
It makes the chilly goose flesh rise | N |
The epidermis creep | L |
'Tis no objection in a wife | O |
You get her secrets cheap | L |
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I put a hundred yards between | P |
The muttering Ike and me | Q |
I lay and thought of things that were | R |
And things that yet might be | Q |
I could not sleep I know not why | S |
My hair rose eerily | Q |
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I rose and sat me on a log | T |
And tried to keep me cool | U |
I thought of Hume on Miracles | V |
And called myself a fool | U |
But still the proverb racked my soul | F |
Exceptions prove the rule | U |
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The moon was full the stars were out | W |
I tried to fix my eye | S |
Where Night laid shining love gifts | X |
On the bosom of the sky | S |
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But well I knew that all the while | Y |
The Thing was standing by | S |
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How tall this pine tree on my left | Z |
How graceful in its height | C |
Its topmost branches seem to touch | A2 |
The very brow of Night | C |
But all the while I knew the Thing | B2 |
Was panting at my right | C |
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The 'possum leaves his hollow tree | Q |
The bandicoot is glad | C2 |
It is the human heart alone | D2 |
The still night maketh sad | C2 |
And all the while the Headless Thing | B2 |
Was wheezing there like mad | C2 |
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How ghostly is the mist that crawls | E2 |
Along the swampy ground | F2 |
The Headless Thing here cleared its throat | G2 |
With most unearthly sound | F2 |
And then I heard a gurgling voice | H2 |
But dared not glance around | F2 |
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They shot me Was it not enough | I2 |
Look darn you Here's the hole | F |
Was this not passage amply wide | J2 |
For any human soul | F |
But no the blasted convict gang | K2 |
Must likewise take my poll | F |
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I turned looked up and at the sight | C |
My heart within me sunk | L2 |
'Twas new to me to find myself | M2 |
In such a mortal funk | L2 |
But newer still to fraternise | H2 |
With a bifurcated trunk | L2 |
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Above the neck no trooper was | H2 |
But formless void alone | D2 |
There physiognomy was nil | K |
Phrenology unknown | D2 |
Where head had been there but remained | N2 |
The frustum of a cone | D2 |
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Nay I retract the formless void | O2 |
The case was otherwise | H2 |
For on the clotted marge there spun | P2 |
A living globe of flies | H2 |
When one is dealing with the truth | Q2 |
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One can't be too precise | H2 |
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The loathsome whirling substitute | R2 |
Buzzed in the vacant space | H2 |
And a thousand thousand little heads | H2 |
Of one head took the place | H2 |
And oh the fly expression | P2 |
Of that rotatory face | H2 |
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The breast was bare the shirt thrown back | S2 |
Exposed the wound to view | T2 |
The bullet in its course of death | U2 |
Had cleared an avenue | T2 |
Oh Gemini I saw the Twins | H2 |
Distinctly shining through | T2 |
And those same Twins are shining still | K |
To prove my story true | T2 |
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In breeches boots and spurs arrayed | V2 |
The nether Trooper stood | W2 |
The soundless phantom of a horse | H2 |
Grazed in his neighbourhood | W2 |
At all events went through the form | X2 |
Of hoisting in his food | W2 |
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What would'st thou Headless Trooper | R |
On the night's Plutonian shore | Y2 |
I took it from Poe's Raven | P2 |
I had read not long before | Y2 |
And I more than half expected | W2 |
He would answer Nevermore | Y2 |
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But the Trooper only answered | W2 |
By a perfect storm of sighs | H2 |
Which through his crater issuing | B2 |
Played Hades with the flies | H2 |
As I have seen Vesuvius | H2 |
Blow ashes to the skies | H2 |
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O wherefore Headless Trooper | R |
With the living intermix | H2 |
Since thou art dead and hast no head | W2 |
Why kick against the pricks | H2 |
Why dost thou not as others do | W2 |
Get clear across the Styx | H2 |
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The Trooper cleared his cone of flies | H2 |
And through his crater said | W2 |
'Tis true I have no business here | Z2 |
'Tis true that I am dead | W2 |
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And yet I cannot cross the Styx | H2 |
They've fixed a fare per head | W2 |
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Fain would I cross as others do | W2 |
Fain would I pay my shot | W2 |
They only mock me when I ask | A3 |
For leave to go to Pot | W2 |
How can I pay so much per head | W2 |
When I no head have got | W2 |
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Yet what could I thus headless do | W2 |
In that last Land of Nod | W2 |
It is not that the thing is dear | B3 |
So much as that it's odd | W2 |
They only charge an obolus | H2 |
A sort of Tommy Dodd | W2 |
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I've tried the ferryman with gold | W2 |
With every coin that goes | H2 |
He merely cries Oh go a head | W2 |
And laughing off he rows | H2 |
He can't twit me at all events | H2 |
With paying through the nose | H2 |
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A drachma once I offered him | C3 |
Six times the fare in Greek | D3 |
He merely cursed my impudence | H2 |
And pushed off in a pique | D3 |
I didn't think a faceless man | M |
Could be accused of cheek | D3 |
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From day to day from night to night | W2 |
My prayer the wretch denies | H2 |
Yet even in this headless breast | W2 |
Some grateful thoughts arise | H2 |
For though he's blasted all my hopes | H2 |
He cannot blast my eyes | H2 |
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I know not where the convict crew | W2 |
My missing head consigned | W2 |
But I am doomed to walk the earth | E3 |
Till that same head I find | W2 |
Oh could I come across it | W2 |
I would know it though I'm blind | W2 |
The bump of amativeness sticks | H2 |
So strongly out behind | W2 |
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The mouth extends from ear to ear | Z2 |
The hair is fiery red | W2 |
Perchance it might attract thine eye | S |
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Who art not blind or dead | W2 |
I pray thee help me to obtain | F3 |
My disembodied head | W2 |
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Oh Headless Trooper fain would I | S |
With thee the search begin | G3 |
But ere the day I must away | H |
And trudge through thick and thin | G3 |
For I am bound to Stanthorpe town | H3 |
And time with me is tin | G3 |
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But ere upon my pilgrimage | I3 |
With dawn's first streak I go | J3 |
I fain would do what in me lies | H2 |
To mitigate thy woe | J3 |
If I can serve thee anywise | H2 |
I pray thee let me know | J3 |
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The Trooper thought a little space | H2 |
His body forward bowed | W2 |
With plenteous sighs dispersed the flies | H2 |
And once more spoke aloud | W2 |
'Tis long since I have tried the weed | W2 |
I'd like to blow a cloud | W2 |
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How canst thou headless man who hast | W2 |
No lips wherewith to puff | I2 |
Here deprecatingly he waved | W2 |
His hand and said Enough | I2 |
Myself will guarantee the how | K3 |
If thou supply the stuff | I2 |
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I took a meerschaum from my pouch | L3 |
A meerschaum clean and new | W2 |
As white as is undoctored milk | M3 |
As pure as morning dew | W2 |
I pray you mark that it was white | W2 |
'Twill prove my story true | W2 |
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I passed it to him filled and lit | W2 |
Still wondering in my mind | W2 |
Thanks generous colonial | N3 |
Thou art very very kind | W2 |
Now pick a thickish waddy up | O3 |
And plug my wound behind | W2 |
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I picked a thickish waddy up | O3 |
And did as I was bid | W2 |
And right into the bullet hole | F |
The amber mouth he slid | W2 |
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And then You never saw the like | E |
At least I never did | W2 |
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Like a forge bellows went his chest | W2 |
And upward from his cone | D2 |
There shot a vaporous spire like that | W2 |
From Cotopaxi blown | D2 |
The flies unglobed themselves and fled | W2 |
With angry monotone | D2 |
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So fierce the blast the pipe was void | W2 |
Ere one might reckon ten | J |
And then with gesture wild he signed | W2 |
To fill the bowl again | J |
The which I did till he had smoked | W2 |
Enough for fifty men | J |
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Hour after hour he drew and blew | W2 |
Till twist began to fail | P3 |
Till all the sky grew dim with smoke | Q3 |
And all the stars grew pale | P3 |
Till even the seasoned stomach turned | W2 |
Of him who tells the tale | P3 |
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The smoke mixed darkly with the mists | H2 |
On the adjacent bogs | H2 |
And roused the hoarse remonstrant wail | P3 |
Of semi stifled frogs | H2 |
The 'possums all within a mile | Y |
Went home as sick as dogs | H2 |
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But suddenly the phantom steed | W2 |
Neighed with sepulchral sound | W2 |
And where both man and horse had been | G3 |
Nor man nor horse was found | W2 |
I stood alone the meerschaum lay | H |
Before me on the ground | W2 |
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The meerschaum lay upon the ground | W2 |
This much I may avouch | L3 |
I took it and with trembling hand | W2 |
Replaced it in my pouch | L3 |
And overcome with nausea | H2 |
James Brunton Stephens
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