The Pines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAA BBB CCC DDD EEE FFF GGG HHH III| We sleep in the sleep of ages the bleak barbarian pines | A |
| The gray moss drapes us like sages and closer we lock our lines | A |
| And deeper we clutch through the gelid gloom where never a sunbeam shines | A |
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| On the flanks of the storm gored ridges are our black battalions massed | B |
| We surge in a host to the sullen coast and we sing in the ocean blast | B |
| From empire of sea to empire of snow we grip our empire fast | B |
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| To the niggard lands were we driven 'twixt desert and floes are we penned | C |
| To us was the Northland given ours to stronghold and defend | C |
| Ours till the world be riven in the crash of the utter end | C |
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| Ours from the bleak beginning through the aeons of death like sleep | D |
| Ours from the shock when the naked rock was hurled from the hissing deep | D |
| Ours through the twilight ages of weary glacier creep | D |
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| Wind of the East Wind of the West wandering to and fro | E |
| Chant your songs in our topmost boughs that the sons of men may know | E |
| The peerless pine was the first to come and the pine will be last to go | E |
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| We pillar the halls of perfumed gloom we plume where the eagles soar | F |
| The North wind swoops from the brooding Pole and our ancients crash and roar | F |
| But where one falls from the crumbling walls shoots up a hardy score | F |
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| We spring from the gloom of the canyon's womb in the valley's lap we lie | G |
| From the white foam fringe where the breakers cringe to the peaks that tusk the sky | G |
| We climb and we peer in the crag locked mere that gleams like a golden eye | G |
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| Gain to the verge of the hog back ridge where the vision ranges free | H |
| Pines and pines and the shadow of pines as far as the eye can see | H |
| A steadfast legion of stalwart knights in dominant empery | H |
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| Sun moon and stars give answer shall we not staunchly stand | I |
| Even as now forever wards of the wilder strand | I |
| Sentinels of the stillness lords of the last lone land | I |
Robert William Service
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