Alec Yeaton's Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK ELEL MNMN OPOP QRQR STST UVUV WCWC| GLOUCESTER AUGUST | A |
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| The wind it wailed the wind it moaned | B |
| And the white caps flecked the sea | C |
| An' I would to God the skipper groaned | B |
| I had not my boy with me | C |
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| Snug in the stern sheets little John | D |
| Laughed as the scud swept by | E |
| But the skipper's sunburnt cheeks grew wan | D |
| As he watched the wicked sky | E |
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| Would he were at his mother's side | F |
| And the skipper's eyes were dim | G |
| Good Lord in heaven if ill betide | F |
| What would become of him | G |
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| For me my muscles are as steel | H |
| For me let hap what may | I |
| I might make shift upon the keel | H |
| Until the break o' day | I |
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| But he he is so weak and small | J |
| So young scarce learned to stand | K |
| O pitying Father of us all | J |
| I trust him in Thy hand | K |
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| For Thou who makest from on high | E |
| A sparrow's fall each one | L |
| Surely O Lord thou'lt have an eye | E |
| On Alec Yeaton's son | L |
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| Then helm hard port right straight he sailed | M |
| Towards the headland light | N |
| The wind it moaned the wind it wailed | M |
| And black black fell the night | N |
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| Then burst a storm to make one quail | O |
| Though housed from winds and waves | P |
| They who could tell about that gale | O |
| Must rise from watery graves | P |
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| Sudden it came as sudden went | Q |
| Ere half the night was sped | R |
| The winds were hushed the waves were spent | Q |
| And the stars shone overhead | R |
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| Now as the morning mist grew thin | S |
| The folk on Gloucester shore | T |
| Saw a little figure floating in | S |
| Secure on a broken oar | T |
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| Up rose the cry A wreck a wreck | U |
| Pull mates and waste no breath | V |
| They knew it though 't was but a speck | U |
| Upon the edge of death | V |
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| Long did they marvel in the town | W |
| At God his strange decree | C |
| That let the stalwart skipper drown | W |
| And the little child go free | C |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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