The Exiles' Line Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABACCDC EFGE HHIH JKLK MMNM OOPO QQQQ RRSR TTUT VVQV WWXW QQYQ DDWD WWYW ZZA2Z RRSR MMQM

Now the new year reviving old desiresA
The restless soul to open sea aspiresA
Where the Blue Peter flickers from the foreB
And the grimed stoker feeds the engine firesA
Coupons alas depart with all their rowsC
And last year's sea met loves where Grindley knowsC
But still the wild wind wakes off GardafuiD
And hearts turn eastward with the P and O'sC
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Twelve knots an hour be they more or lessE
Oh slothful mother of much idlenessF
Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speedG
Nay bear us gently Wherefore need we pressE
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The Tragedy of all our East is laidH
On those white decks beneath the awning shadeH
Birth absence longing laughter love and tearsI
And death unmaking ere the land is madeH
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And midnight madnesses of souls distraughtJ
Whom the cool seas call through the open portK
So that the table lacks one place next mornL
And for one forenoon men forego their sportK
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The shadow of the rigging to and froM
Sways shifts and flickers on the spar deck's snowM
And like a giant trampling in his chainsN
The screw blades gasp and thunder deep belowM
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And leagued to watch one flying fish's wingsO
Heaven stoops to sea and sea to Heaven clingsO
While bent upon the ending of his toilP
The hot sun strides regarding not these thingsO
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For the same wave that meets our stem in sprayQ
Bore Smith of Asia eastward yesterdayQ
And Delhi Jones and Brown of MidnaporeQ
To morrow follow on the self same wayQ
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Linked in the chain of Empire one by oneR
Flushed with long leave or tanned with many a sunR
The Exiles' Line brings out the exiles lineS
And ships them homeward when their work is doneR
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Yea heedless of the shuttle through the loomT
The flying keels fulfil the web of doomT
Sorrow or shouting what is that to themU
Make out the cheque that pays for cabin roomT
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And how so many score of times ye flitV
With wife and babe and caravan of kitV
Not all thy travels past shall lower one fareQ
Not all thy tears abate one pound of itV
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And how so high throe earth born dignityW
Honour and state go sink it in the seaW
Till that great one upon the quarter deckX
Brow bound with gold shall give thee leave to beW
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Indeed indeed from that same line we swearQ
Off for all time and mean it when we swearQ
And then and then we meet the Quartered FlagY
And surely for the last time pay the fareQ
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And Green of Kensington estray ed to viewD
In three short months the world he never knewD
Stares with blind eyes upon the QuarteredW
Flag And sees no more than yellow red and blueD
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But we the gypsies of the East but weW
Waifs of the land and wastrels of the seaW
Come nearer home beneath the Quartered FlagY
Than ever home shall come to such as weW
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The camp is struck the bungalow decaysZ
Dead friends and houses desert mark our waysZ
Till sickness send us down to Prince's DockA2
To meet the changeless use of many daysZ
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Bound in the wheel of Empire one by oneR
The chain gangs of the East from sire to sonR
The Exiles' Line takes out the exiles lineS
And ships them homeward when their work is doneR
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How runs the old indictment Dear and slowM
So much and twice so much We gird but goM
For all the soul of our sad East is thereQ
Beneath the house flag of the P and OM

Rudyard Kipling



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