The Ride Of Collin Graves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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AN INCIDENT OF THE FLOOD IN MASSACHUSETTS ON MAYA
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NO song of a soldier riding downB
To the raging fight from Winchester townB
No song of a time that shook the earthC
With the nations' throe at a nation's birthC
But the song of a brave man free from fearD
As Sheridan's self or Paul RevereD
Who risked what they risked free from strifeE
And its promise of glorious pay his lifeE
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The peaceful valley has waked and stirredF
And the answering echoes of life are heardF
The dew still clings to the trees and grassG
And the early toilers smiling passG
As they glance aside at the white walled homesH
Or up the valley where merrily comesI
The brook that sparkles in diamond rillsI
As the sun comes over the Hampshire hillsI
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What was it that passed like an ominous breathJ
Like a shiver of fear or a touch of deathJ
What was it The valley is peaceful stillK
And the leaves are afire on top of the hillK
It was not a sound nor a thing of senseI
But a pain like the pang of the short suspenseI
That thrills the being of those who seeI
At their feet the gulf of EternityI
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The air of the valley has felt the chillK
The workers pause at the door of the millK
The housewife keen to the shivering airL
Arrests her foot on the cottage stairL
Instinctive taught by the mother loveM
And thinks of the sleeping ones aboveM
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Why start the listeners Why does the courseI
Of the mill stream widen Is it a horseI
Hark to the sound of his hoofs they sayI
That gallops so wildly Williamsburg wayI
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God what was that like a human shriekN
From the winding valley Will nobody speakN
Will nobody answer those women who cryO
As the awful warnings thunder byO
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Whence come they Listen And now they hearP
The sound of the galloping horsehoofs nearD
They watch the trend of the vale and seeI
The rider who thunders so menacinglyI
With waving arms and warning screamQ
To the home filled banks of the valley streamQ
He draws no rein but he shakes the streetR
With a shout and the ring of the galloping feetR
And this the cry he flings to the windS
'To the hills for your lives The flood is behind '-
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He cries and is gone but they know the worstT
The breast of the Williamsburg dam has burstT
The basin that nourished their happy homesI
Is changed to a demon It comes it comesI
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A monster in aspect with shaggy frontU
Of shattered dwellings to take the bruntU
Of the homes they shatter white maned and hoarseI
The merciless Terror fills the courseI
Of the narrow valley and rushing ravesI
With death on the first of its hissing wavesI
Till cottage and street and crowded millK
Are crumbled and crushedV
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But onward stillK
In front of the roaring flood is heardF
The galloping horse and the warning wordF
Thank God the brave man's life is sparedW
From Williamsburg town he nobly daredW
To race with the flood and take the roadX
In front of the terrible swath it mowedX
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For miles it thundered and crashed behindS
But he looked ahead with a steadfast mindS
'They must be warned ' was all he saidY
As away on his terrible ride he spedY
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When heroes are called for bring the crownB
To this Yankee rider send him downB
On the stream of time with the Curtius oldZ
His deed as the Roman's was brave and boldZ
And the tale can as noble a thrill awakeA2
For he offered his life for the people's sakeA2

John Boyle O'reilly



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