The Mary (a Sea-side Sketch) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Lov'st thou not Alice with the early tide	A
To see the hardy Fisher hoist his mast	B
And stretch his sail towards the ocean wide	A
Like God's own beadsman going forth to cast	B
His net into the deep which doth provide	A
Enormous bounties hidden in its vast	B
Bosom like Charity's for all who seek	C
And take its gracious boon thankful and meek	C
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The sea is bright with morning but the dark	D
Seems still to linger on his broad black sail	E
For it is early hoisted like a mark	D
For the low sun to shoot at with his pale	E
And level beams All round the shadowy bark	D
The green wave glimmers and the gentle gale	E
Swells in her canvas till the waters show	F
The keel's new speed and whiten at the bow	G
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Then look abaft for thou canst understand	H
That phrase and there he sitteth at the stern	I
Grasping the tiller in his broad brown hand	H
The hardy Fisherman Thou may'st discern	I
Ten fathoms off the wrinkles in the tann'd	H
And honest countenance that he will turn	I
To look upon us with a quiet gaze	J
As we are passing on our several ways	J
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So some ten days ago on such a morn	K
The Mary like a seamew sought her spoil	L
Amongst the finny race 'twas when the corn	K
Woo'd the sharp sickle and the golden toil	L
Summon'd all rustic hands to fill the horn	K
Of Ceres to the brim that brave turmoil	L
Was at the prime and Woodgate went to reap	M
His harvest too upon the broad blue deep	M
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His mast was up his anchor heaved aboard	N
His mainsail stretching in the first gray gleams	O
Of morning for the wind Ben's eye was stored	N
With fishes fishes swam in all his dreams	O
And all the goodly east seem'd but a hoard	N
Of silvery fishes that in shoals and streams	O
Groped into the deep dusk that fill'd the sky	P
For him to catch in meshes of his eye	P
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For Ben had the true sailor's sanguine heart	Q
And saw the future with a boy's brave thought	R
No doubts nor faint misgivings had a part	Q
In his bright visions ay before he caught	S
His fish he sold them in the scaly mart	Q
And summ'd the net proceeds This should have brought	R
Despair upon him when his hopes were foil'd	T
But though one crop was marr'd again he toil'd	T
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And sow'd his seed afresh Many foul blights	O
Perish'd his hard won gains yet he had plann'd	H
No schemes of too extravagant delights	O
No goodly houses on the Goodwin sand	H
But a small humble home and loving nights	O
Such as his honest heart and earnest hand	H
Might fairly purchase Were these hopes too airy	U
Such as they were they rested on thee Mary	U
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She was the prize of many a toilsome year	V
And hardwon wages on the perilous sea	U
Of savings ever since the shipboy's tear	W
Was shed for home that lay beyond the lee	U
She was purveyor for his other dear	V
Mary and for the infant yet to be	U
Fruit of their married loves These made him dote	X
Upon the homely beauties of his boat	X
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Whose pitch black hull roll'd darkly on the wave	Y
No gayer than one single stripe of blue	Z
Could make her swarthy sides She seem'd a slave	Y
A negro among boats that only knew	Z
Hardship and rugged toil no pennons brave	Y
Flaunted upon the mast but oft a few	Z
Dark dripping jackets flutter'd to the air	W
Ensigns of hardihood and toilsome care	W
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And when she ventured for the deep she spread	A2
A tawny sail against the sunbright sky	P
Dark as a cloud that journeys overhead	A2
But then those tawny wings were stretch'd to fly	P
Across the wide sea desert for the bread	A2
Of babes and mothers many an anxious eye	P
Dwelt on her course and many a fervent pray'r	B2
Invoked the Heavens to protect and spare	W
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Where is she now The secrets of the deep	M
Are dark and hidden from the human ken	C2
Only the sea bird saw the surges sweep	M
Over the bark of the devoted Ben	C2
Meanwhile a widow sobs and orphans weep	M
And sighs are heard from weatherbeaten men	C2
Dark sunburnt men uncouth and rude and hairy	U
While loungers idly ask 'Where is the Mary '	-

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