The Hemp - A Virginia Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC BBDDD EEE FF GGG HH III JJ BBB CCC KK LLMM NN OOO BBB PPQP RSTS A UU VVV WW XXX YYY ZZZ BB EE YY BB BBB HH BB EE A2A2 BB B2B2B2 BB YY BB C2C2C2 A BCBC DD D2D2 YYY FF E2E2 F2F2 II G2G2 D2D2 H2H2 YY I2I2 J2J2 JJ K2K2K2 L2L2PL2 M2M2D2N2 O2O2D2O2 BBP2B| The Planting of the Hemp | A |
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| Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas | B |
| Black is the gap below the plank | C |
| From the Great North Bank to the Caribbees | B |
| Down by the marsh the hemp grows rank | C |
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| His fear was on the seaport towns | B |
| The weight of his hand held hard the downs | B |
| And the merchants cursed him bitter and black | D |
| For a red flame in the sea fog's wrack | D |
| Was all of their ships that might come back | D |
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| For all he had one word alone | E |
| One clod of dirt in their faces thrown | E |
| The hemp that shall hang me is not grown | E |
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| His name bestrode the seas like Death | F |
| The waters trembled at his breath | F |
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| This is the tale of how he fell | G |
| Of the long sweep and the heavy swell | G |
| And the rope that dragged him down to hell | G |
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| The fight was done and the gutted ship | H |
| Stripped like a shark the sea gulls strip | H |
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| Lurched blindly eaten out with flame | I |
| Back to the land from where she came | I |
| A skimming horror an eyeless shame | I |
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| And Hawk stood upon his quarter deck | J |
| And saw the sky and saw the wreck | J |
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| Below a butt for sailors' jeers | B |
| White as the sky when a white squall nears | B |
| Huddled the crowd of the prisoners | B |
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| Over the bridge of the tottering plank | C |
| Where the sea shook and the gulf yawned blank | C |
| They shrieked and struggled and dropped and sank | C |
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| Pinioned arms and hands bound fast | K |
| One girl alone was left at last | K |
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| Sir Henry Gaunt was a mighty lord | L |
| He sat in state at the Council board | L |
| The governors were as nought to him | M |
| From one rim to the other rim | M |
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| Of his great plantations flung out wide | N |
| Like a purple cloak was a full month's ride | N |
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| Life and death in his white hands lay | O |
| And his only daughter stood at bay | O |
| Trapped like a hare in the toils that day | O |
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| He sat at wine in his gold and his lace | B |
| And far away in a bloody place | B |
| Hawk came near and she covered her face | B |
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| He rode in the fields and the hunt was brave | P |
| And far away his daughter gave | P |
| A shriek that the seas cried out to hear | Q |
| And he could not see and he could not save | P |
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| Her white soul withered in the mire | R |
| As paper shrivels up in fire | S |
| And Hawk laughed and he kissed her mouth | T |
| And her body he took for his desire | S |
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| The Growing of the Hemp | A |
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| Sir Henry stood in the manor room | U |
| And his eyes were hard gems in the gloom | U |
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| And he said Go dig me furrows five | V |
| Where the green marsh creeps like a thing alive | V |
| There at its edge where the rushes thrive | V |
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| And where the furrows rent the ground | W |
| He sowed the seed of hemp around | W |
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| And the blacks shrink back and are sore afraid | X |
| At the furrows five that rib the glade | X |
| And the voodoo work of the master's spade | X |
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| For a cold wind blows from the marshland near | Y |
| And white things move and the night grows drear | Y |
| And they chatter and crouch and are sick with fear | Y |
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| But down by the marsh where the gray slaves glean | Z |
| The hemp sprouts up and the earth is seen | Z |
| Veiled with a tenuous mist of green | Z |
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| And Hawk still scourges the Caribbees | B |
| And many men kneel at his knees | B |
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| Sir Henry sits in his house alone | E |
| And his eyes are hard and dull like stone | E |
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| And the waves beat and the winds roar | Y |
| And all things are as they were before | Y |
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| And the days pass and the weeks pass | B |
| And nothing changes but the grass | B |
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| But down where the fireflies are like eyes | B |
| And the damps shudder and the mists rise | B |
| The hemp stalks stand up toward the skies | B |
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| And down from the poop of the pirate ship | H |
| A body falls and the great sharks grip | H |
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| Innocent lovely go in grace | B |
| At last there is peace upon your face | B |
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| And Hawk laughs loud as the corpse is thrown | E |
| The hemp that shall hang me is not grown | E |
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| Sir Henry's face is iron to mark | A2 |
| And he gazes ever in the dark | A2 |
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| And the days pass and the weeks pass | B |
| And the world is as it always was | B |
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| But down by the marsh the sickles beam | B2 |
| Glitter on glitter gleam on gleam | B2 |
| And the hemp falls down by the stagnant stream | B2 |
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| And Hawk beats up from the Caribbees | B |
| Swooping to pounce in the Northern seas | B |
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| Sir Henry sits sunk deep in his chair | Y |
| And white as his hand is grown his hair | Y |
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| And the days pass and the weeks pass | B |
| And the sands roll from the hour glass | B |
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| But down by the marsh in the blazing sun | C2 |
| The hemp is smoothed and twisted and spun | C2 |
| The rope made and the work done | C2 |
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| The Using of the Hemp | A |
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| Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas | B |
| Black is the gap below the plank | C |
| From the Great North Bank to the Caribbees | B |
| Down by the marsh the hemp grows rank | C |
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| He sailed in the broad Atlantic track | D |
| And the ships that saw him came not back | D |
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| And once again where the wide tides ran | D2 |
| He stooped to harry a merchantman | D2 |
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| He bade her stop Ten guns spake true | Y |
| From her hidden ports and a hidden crew | Y |
| Lacking his great ship through and through | Y |
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| Dazed and dumb with the sudden death | F |
| He scarce had time to draw a breath | F |
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| Before the grappling irons bit deep | E2 |
| And the boarders slew his crew like sheep | E2 |
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| Hawk stood up straight his breast to the steel | F2 |
| His cutlass made a bloody wheel | F2 |
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| His cutlass made a wheel of flame | I |
| They shrank before him as he came | I |
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| And the bodies fell in a choking crowd | G2 |
| And still he thundered out aloud | G2 |
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| The hemp that shall hang me is not grown | D2 |
| They fled at last He was left alone | D2 |
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| Before his foe Sir Henry stood | H2 |
| The hemp is grown and my word made good | H2 |
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| And the cutlass clanged with a hissing whir | Y |
| On the lashing blade of the rapier | Y |
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| Hawk roared and charged like a maddened buck | I2 |
| As the cobra strikes Sir Henry struck | I2 |
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| Pouring his life in a single thrust | J2 |
| And the cutlass shivered to sparks and dust | J2 |
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| Sir Henry stood on the blood stained deck | J |
| And set his foot on his foe's neck | J |
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| Then from the hatch where the rent decks slope | K2 |
| Where the dead roll and the wounded grope | K2 |
| He dragged the serpent of the rope | K2 |
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| The sky was blue and the sea was still | L2 |
| The waves lapped softly hill on hill | L2 |
| And between one wave and another wave | P |
| The doomed man's cries were little and shrill | L2 |
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| The sea was blue and the sky was calm | M2 |
| The air dripped with a golden balm | M2 |
| Like a wind blown fruit between sea and sun | D2 |
| A black thing writhed at a yard arm | N2 |
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| Slowly then and awesomely | O2 |
| The ship sank and the gallows tree | O2 |
| And there was nought between sea and sun | D2 |
| Nought but the sun and the sky and the sea | O2 |
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| But down by the marsh where the fever breeds | B |
| Only the water chuckles and pleads | B |
| For the hemp clings fast to a dead man's throat | P2 |
| And blind Fate gathers back her seeds | B |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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