Our Pilots Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEF| You that run the reddened ditch among the drifted leaves | A |
| May set the pace to conquerors and guide the sons of kings | B |
| You that on your stealthy feet go through the wood like thieves | A |
| May lead your troop a hundred horse when once a holloa rings | B |
| You that if you lay in death the poorest churl would pass | C |
| You whose brush and mask and pads there's not a tramp would take | D |
| Can set the pride of England riding jealous on the grass | C |
| And captains earls and countesses contending in your wake | D |
| You're vermin to a vast of folk but glory to a few | E |
| What is it in your creeping stride that calls and calls and calls | F |
| What is it when the racing pack runs on from scent to view | E |
| That rallies us to ride our best dead straight and chance the falls | F |
William Henry Ogilvie
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