The Last Song Of Camoens.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side	A
And airs of summer swelled the yellow tide	A
When rising from his melancholy bed	B
And faint and feebly by Antonio led	B
Poor Camoens subdued by want and woe	C
Along the winding margin wandered slow	C
His harp that once could each warm feeling move	D
Of patriot glory or of tenderest love	E
His sole and sable friend while a faint tone	F
Rose from the wires placed by a mossy stone	F
How beautiful the sun ascending shines	G
From ridge to ridge along the purple vines	G
How pure the azure of the opening skies	H
How resonant the nearer rock replies	H
To call of early mariners and hark	I
The distant whistle from yon parting bark	I
That down the channel as serene she strays	J
Her gray sail mingles with the morning haze	J
Bound to explore o'er ocean's stormy reign	K
New lands that lurk amid the lonely main	K
A transient fervour touched the old man's breast	L
He raised his eyes so long by care depressed	L
And while they shone with momentary fire	M
Ardent he struck the long forgotten lyre	N
From Tagus' yellow sanded shore	O
O'er the billows as they roar	O
O'er the blue sea waste and wide	A
Our bark threw back the burning tide	A
By northern breezes cheer'ly borne	P
On to the kingdoms of the morn	P
Blanco whose cold shadow vast	Q
Chills the western wave is past	Q
Huge Bojador frowning high	R
Thy dismal terrors we defy	R
But who may violate the sleep	S
And silence of the sultry deep	S
Where beneath the intenser sun	T
Hot showers descend red lightnings run	T
Whilst all the pale expanse beneath	U
Lies burning wide without a breath	V
And at mid day from the mast	Q
No shadow on the deck is cast	Q
Night by night still seen the same	W
Strange lights along the cordage flame	W
Perhaps the spirits of the good	X
That wander this forsaken flood	Y
Sing to the seas as slow we float	Z
A solemn and a holy note	Z
Spectre of the southern main	K
Thou barr'st our onward way in vain	K
Wrapping the terrors of thy form	A2
In the thunder's rolling storm	A2
Fearless o'er the indignant tide	A
On to the east our galleys ride	A
Triumph for the toil is o'er	M
We kiss the far sought Indian shore	O
Glittering to the orient ray	B2
The banners of the Cross display	B2
Does my heart exulting bound	C2
Alas forlorn I gaze around	C2
Feeble poor and old I stand	D2
A stranger in my native land	D2
My sable slave ah no my only friend	E2
Whose steps upon my rugged path attend	E2
Sees but with tenderness that fears to speak	F2
The tear that trickles down my aged cheek	F2
My harp is silent famine shrinks mine eye	R
Give me a little food for charity	G2

William Lisle Bowles

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