The Last Of The Narwhale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGFHIJIBKLMNOPO CQRQSTUTVWXWYZA2ZB2C B C2D2CD2LE2F2E2CE2E2E 2GGE2GG2H2AH2 DE2I2E2J2C2K2C2L2E2H 2E2E2M2N2Y E2O2O2O2E2P2Q2P2H2H2 O2H2C2E2YE2R2S2H2S2 H2E2H2E2O2H2CH2H2RH2 R O2C2H2C2CCH2CAS2T2S2 CE2E2E2U2E2S2 H2R2H2H2Q2Q2R2 E2C2E2C2E2CCCE2M2H2K 2 E2H2CH2V2Q2Q2O2E2O2 CR2RR2O2E2RE2W2Q2E2Q 2O2X2H2X2H2E2Y E2AE2THE STORY OF AN ARCTIC NIP | A |
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AY ay I'll tell you shipmates | B |
If you care to hear the tale | C |
How myself and the royal yard alone | D |
Were left of the old Narwhale | C |
'A stouter ship was never launched | E |
Of all the Clyde built whalers | F |
And forty years of a life at sea | G |
Haven't matched her crowd of sailors | F |
Picked men they were all young and strong | H |
And used to the wildest seas | I |
From Donegal and the Scottish coast | J |
And the rugged Hebrides | I |
Such men as women cling to mates | B |
Like ivy round their lives | K |
And the day we sailed the quays were lined | L |
With weeping mothers and wives | M |
They cried and prayed and we gave 'em a cheer | N |
In the thoughtless way of men | O |
God help them shipmates thirty years | P |
They've waited and prayed since then | O |
'We sailed to the North and I mind it well | C |
The pity we felt and pride | Q |
When we sighted the cliffs of Labrador | R |
From the sea where Hudson died | Q |
We talked of ships that never came back | S |
And when the great floes passed | T |
Like ghosts in the night each moonlit peak | U |
Like a great war frigate's mast | T |
'Twas said that a ship was frozen up | V |
In the iceberg's awful breast | W |
The clear ice holding the sailor's face | X |
As he lay in his mortal rest | W |
And I've thought since then when the ships came home | Y |
That sailed for the Franklin band | Z |
A mistake was made in the reckoning | A2 |
That looked for the crews on land | Z |
'They're floating still ' I've said to myself | B2 |
'And Sir John has found the goal | C |
The Erebus and the Terror mates | B |
Are icebergs up at the Pole ' | - |
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'We sailed due North to Baffin's Bay | C2 |
And cruised through weeks of light | D2 |
'Twas always day and we slept by the bell | C |
And longed for the dear old night | D2 |
And the blessed darkness left behind | L |
Like a curtain round the bed | E2 |
But a month dragged on like an afternoon | F2 |
With the wheeling sun o'erhead | E2 |
We found the whales were farther still | C |
The farther north we sailed | E2 |
Along the Greenland glacier coast | E2 |
The boldest might have quailed | E2 |
Such shapes did keep us company | G |
No sail in all that sea | G |
But thick as ships in Mersey's tide | E2 |
The bergs moved awfully | G |
Within the current's northward stream | G2 |
But ere the long day' s close | H2 |
We found the whales and filled the ship | A |
Amid the friendly floes | H2 |
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'Then came a rest the day was blown | D |
Like a cloud before the night | E2 |
In the South the sun went redly down | I2 |
In the North rose another light | E2 |
Neither sun nor moon but a shooting dawn | J2 |
That silvered our lonely way | C2 |
It seemed we sailed in a belt of gloom | K2 |
Upon either side a day | C2 |
The north wind smote the sea to death | L2 |
The pack ice closed us round | E2 |
The Narwhale stood in the level fields | H2 |
As fast as a ship aground | E2 |
A weary time it was to wait | E2 |
And to wish for spring to come | M2 |
With the pleasant breeze and the blessed sun | N2 |
To open the way toward home | Y |
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'Spring came at last the ice fields groaned | E2 |
Like living things in pain | O2 |
They moaned and swayed then rent amain | O2 |
And the Narwhale sailed again | O2 |
With joy the dripping sails were loosed | E2 |
And round the vessel swung | P2 |
To cheer the crew full south she drew | Q2 |
The shattered floes among | P2 |
We had no books in those old days | H2 |
To carry the friendly faces | H2 |
But I think the wives and lasses then | O2 |
Were held in better places | H2 |
The face of sweetheart and wife to day | C2 |
Is locked in the sailor's chest | E2 |
But aloft on the yard with the thought of home | Y |
The face in the heart was best | E2 |
Well well God knows mates when and where | R2 |
To take the things he gave | S2 |
We steered for home but the chart was his | H2 |
And the port ahead the grave | S2 |
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'We cleared the floes through an open sea | H2 |
The Narwhale south'ard sailed | E2 |
Till a day came round when the white fog rose | H2 |
And the wind astern had failed | E2 |
In front of the Greenland glacier line | O2 |
And close to its base were we | H2 |
Through the misty pall we could see the wall | C |
That beetled above the sea | H2 |
A fear like the fog crept over our hearts | H2 |
As we heard the hollow roar | R |
Of the deep sea thrashing the cliffs of ice | H2 |
For leagues along the shore | R |
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'The years have come and the years have gone | O2 |
But it never wears away | C2 |
The sense I have of the sights and sounds | H2 |
That marked that woeful day | C2 |
Flung here and there at the ocean's will | C |
As it flung the broken floe | C |
What strength had we 'gainst the tiger sea | H2 |
That sports with a sailor's woe | C |
The lifeless berg and the lifeful ship | A |
Were the same to the sullen wave | S2 |
As it swept them far from ridge to ridge | T2 |
Till at last the Narwhale drave | S2 |
With a crashing rail on the glacier wall | C |
As sheer as the vessel's mast | E2 |
A crashing rail and a shivered yard | E2 |
But the worst we thought was past | E2 |
The brave lads sprang to the fending work | U2 |
And the skipper's voice rang hard | E2 |
'Aloft there one with a ready knife | S2 |
Cut loose that royal yard ' | - |
I sprang to the rigging young I was | H2 |
And proud to be first to dare | R2 |
The yard swung free and I turned to gaze | H2 |
Toward the open sea o'er the field of haze | H2 |
And my heart grew cold as if frozen through | Q2 |
At the moving shape that met my view | Q2 |
O Christ what a sight was there | R2 |
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'Above the fog as I hugged the yard | E2 |
I saw that an iceberg lay | C2 |
A berg like a mountain closing fast | E2 |
Not a cable's length away | C2 |
I could not see through the sheet of mist | E2 |
That covered all below | C |
But I heard the cheery voices still | C |
And I screamed to let them know | C |
The cry went down and the skipper hailed | E2 |
But before the word could come | M2 |
It died in his throat and I knew they saw | H2 |
The shape of the closing doom | K2 |
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'No sound but that but the hail that died | E2 |
Came up through the mist to me | H2 |
Thank God it covered the ship like a veil | C |
And I was not forced to see | H2 |
But I heard it mates O I heard the rush | V2 |
And the timbers rend and rive | Q2 |
As the yard I clung to swayed and fell I lay on the ice alive | Q2 |
Alive O God of mercy ship and crew and sea were gone | O2 |
The hummocked ice and the broken yard | E2 |
And a kneeling man alone | O2 |
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'A kneeling man on a frozen hill | C |
The sounds of life in the air | R2 |
All death and ice and a minute before | R |
The sea and the ship were there | R2 |
I could not think they were dead and gone | O2 |
And I listened for sound or word | E2 |
But the deep sea roar on the desolate shore | R |
Was the only sound I heard | E2 |
O mates I had no heart to thank | W2 |
The Lord for the life He gave | Q2 |
I spread my arms on the ice and cried | E2 |
Aloud on my shipmates' grave | Q2 |
The brave strong lads with their strength all vain | O2 |
I called them name by name | X2 |
And it seemed to me from the dying hearts | H2 |
A message upward came | X2 |
Ay mates a message up through the ice | H2 |
From every sailor's breast | E2 |
'Go tell our mothers and wives at home | Y |
To pray for us here at rest ' | - |
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'Yes that's what it means 'tis a little word | E2 |
But mates the strongest ship | A |
That ever was built is a baby's toy | E2 |
When it copes with an Arctic Nip ' | - |
John Boyle O'reilly
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