The Dykes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKFF LLMM NNOP QQHH RRSS

We have no heart for the fishing we have no hand for the oarA
All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us now no moreA
All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not denyB
There is no proof in the bread we eat or rest in the toil we plyB
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Look you our foreshore stretches far through sea gate dyke and groinC
Made land all that our fathers made where the flats and the fairway joinC
They forced the sea a sea league back They died and their work stood fastD
We were born to peace in the lee of the dykes but the time of our peace is pastD
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Far off the full tide clambers and slips mouthing and testing allE
Nipping the flanks of the water gates baying along the wallE
Turning the shingle returning the shingle changing the set of the sandF
We are too far from the beach men say to know how the outworks standF
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So we come down uneasy to look uneasily pacing the beachG
These are the dykes our fathers made we have never known a breachG
Time and again has the gale blown by and we were not afraidH
Now we come only to look at the dykes at the dykes our fathers madeH
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O er the marsh where the homesteads cower apart the harried sunlight fliesI
Shifts and considers wanes and recovers scatters and sickens and diesI
An evil ember bedded in ash a spark blown west by the windJ
We are surrendered to night and the sea the gale and the tide behindJ
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At the bridge of the lower saltings the cattle gather and blareK
Roused by the feet of running men dazed by the lantern glareK
Unbar and let them away for their lives the levels drown as they standF
Where the flood wash forces the sluices aback and the ditches deliver inlandF
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Ninefold deep to the top of the dykes the galloping breakers strideL
And their overcarried spray is a sea a sea on the landward sideL
Coming like stallions they paw with their hooves going they snatch with their teethM
Till the bents and the furze and the sand are dragged out and the old time hurdles beneathM
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Bid men gather fuel for fire the tar the oil and the towN
Flame we shall need not smoke in the dark if the riddled seabanks goN
Bid the ringers watch in the tower who knows how the dawn shall proveO
Each with his rope between his feet and the trembling bells aboveP
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Now we can only wait till the day wait and apportion our shameQ
These are the dykes our fathers left but we would not look to the sameQ
Time and again were we warned of the dykes time and again we delayedH
Now it may fall we have slain our sons as our fathers we have betrayedH
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Walking along the wreck of the dykes watching the work of the seasR
These were the dykes our fathers made to our great profit and easeR
But the peace is gone and the profit is gone with the old sure days withdrawnS
That our own houses show as strange when we come back in the dawnS

Rudyard Kipling



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