Gloucester Moors Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A mile behind is Gloucester town	A
Where the fishing fleets put in	B
A mile ahead the land dips down	A
And the woods and farms begin	B
Here where the moors stretch free	C
In the high blue afternoon	D
Are the marching sun and talking sea	C
And the racing winds that wheel and flee	C
On the flying heels of June	D
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Jill o'er the ground is purple blue	E
Blue is the quaker maid	F
The wild geranium holds its dew	E
Long in the boulder's shade	F
Wax red hangs the cup	G
From the huckleberry boughs	H
In barberry bells the grey moths sup	G
Or where the choke cherry lifts high up	G
Sweet bowls for their carouse	H
	-
Over the shelf of the sandy cove	I
Beach peas blossom late	J
By copse and cliff the swallows rove	I
Each calling to his mate	J
Seaward the sea gulls go	K
And the land birds all are here	L
That green gold flash was a vireo	L
And yonder flame where the marsh flags grow	L
Was a scarlet tanager	L
	-
This earth is not the steadfast place	M
We landsmen build upon	N
From deep to deep she varies pace	M
And while she comes is gone	O
Beneath my feet I feel	P
Her smooth bulk heave and dip	Q
With velvet plunge and soft upreel	P
She swings and steadies to her keel	P
Like a gallant gallant ship	Q
	-
These summer clouds she sets for sail	P
The sun is her masthead light	R
She tows the moon like a pinnace frail	P
Where her phosphor wake churns bright	R
Now hid now looming clear	L
On the face of the dangerous blue	P
The star fleets tack and wheel and veer	L
But on but on does the old earth steer	L
As if her port she knew	P
	-
God dear God Does she know her port	S
Though she goes so far about	T
Or blind astray does she make her sport	S
To brazen and chance it out	T
I watched when her captains passed	U
She were better captainless	M
Men in the cabin before the mast	U
But some were reckless and some aghast	U
And some sat gorged at mess	M
	-
By her battened hatch I leaned and caught	V
Sounds from the noisome hold	W
Cursing and sighing of souls distraught	X
And cries too sad to be told	W
Then I strove to go down and see	M
But they said Thou art not of us	M
I turned to those on the deck with me	M
And cried Give help But they said Let be	M
Our ship sails faster thus	M
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Jill o'er the ground is purple blue	P
Blue is the quaker maid	F
The alder clump where the brook comes through	P
Breeds cresses in its shade	F
To be out of the moiling street	Y
With its swelter and its sin	B
Who has given to me this sweet	Y
And given my brother dust to eat	Y
And when will his wage come in	B
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Scattering wide or blown in ranks	M
Yellow and white and brown	A
Boats and boats from the fishing banks	M
Come home to Gloucester town	A
There is cash to purse and spend	Z
There are wives to be embraced	A2
Hearts to borrow and hearts to lend	Z
And hearts to take and keep to the end	Z
O little sails make haste	A2
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But thou vast outbound ship of souls	M
What harbor town for thee	M
What shapes when thy arriving tolls	M
Shall crowd the banks to see	M
Shall all the happy shipmates then	B2
Stand singing brotherly	M
Or shall a haggard ruthless few	P
Warp her over and bring her to	P
While the many broken souls of men	B2
Fester down in the slaver's pen	B2
And nothing to say or do	P

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