Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC CDCCDDDEDEDDFFD GDDGDDDDHHHH HIHIHJHKJK D LDDMDDDDDDDNODDDDDPD PDDDQQDDDDDHDHHHHH D HHHHHHRRHSSHDTDTJDTJ HHHH| To have been read before the statue of | A |
| Lafayette and Washington in Paris | B |
| on Decoration Day May | C |
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| I | - |
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| Ay it is fitting on this holiday | C |
| Commemorative of our soldier dead | D |
| When with sweet flowers of our New England May | C |
| Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray | C |
| Their graves in every town are garlanded | D |
| That pious tribute should be given too | D |
| To our intrepid few | D |
| Obscurely fallen here beyond the seas | E |
| Those to preserve their country's greatness died | D |
| But by the death of these | E |
| Something that we can look upon with pride | D |
| Has been achieved nor wholly unreplied | D |
| Can sneerers triumph in the charge they make | F |
| That from a war where Freedom was at stake | F |
| America withheld and daunted stood aside | D |
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| II | - |
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| Be they remembered here with each reviving spring | G |
| Not only that in May when life is loveliest | D |
| Around Neuville Saint Vaast and the disputed crest | D |
| Of Vimy they superb unfaltering | G |
| In that fine onslaught that no fire could halt | D |
| Parted impetuous to their first assault | D |
| But that they brought fresh hearts and springlike too | D |
| To that high mission and 'tis meet to strew | D |
| With twigs of lilac and spring's earliest rose | H |
| The cenotaph of those | H |
| Who in the cause that history most endears | H |
| Fell in the sunny morn and flower of their young years | H |
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| Yet sought they neither recompense nor praise | H |
| Nor to be mentioned in another breath | I |
| Than their blue coated comrades whose great days | H |
| It was their pride to share ay share even to the death | I |
| Nay rather France to you they rendered thanks | H |
| Seeing they came for honor not for gain | J |
| Who opening to them your glorious ranks | H |
| Gave them that grand occasion to excel | K |
| That chance to live the life most free from stain | J |
| And that rare privilege of dying well | K |
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| IV | D |
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| O friends I know not since that war began | L |
| From which no people nobly stands aloof | D |
| If in all moments we have given proof | D |
| Of virtues that were thought American | M |
| I know not if in all things done and said | D |
| All has been well and good | D |
| Or if each one of us can hold his head | D |
| As proudly as he should | D |
| Or from the pattern of those mighty dead | D |
| Whose shades our country venerates to day | D |
| If we've not somewhat fallen and somewhat gone astray | D |
| But you to whom our land's good name is dear | N |
| If there be any here | O |
| Who wonder if her manhood be decreased | D |
| Relaxed its sinews and its blood less red | D |
| Than that at Shiloh and Antietam shed | D |
| Be proud of these have joy in this at least | D |
| And cry Now heaven be praised | D |
| That in that hour that most imperilled her | P |
| Menaced her liberty who foremost raised | D |
| Europe's bright flag of freedom some there were | P |
| Who not unmindful of the antique debt | D |
| Came back the generous path of Lafayette | D |
| And when of a most formidable foe | D |
| She checked each onset arduous to stem | Q |
| Foiled and frustrated them | Q |
| On those red fields where blow with furious blow | D |
| Was countered whether the gigantic fray | D |
| Rolled by the Meuse or at the Bois Sabot | D |
| Accents of ours were in the fierce melee | D |
| And on those furthest rims of hallowed ground | D |
| Where the forlorn the gallant charge expires | H |
| When the slain bugler has long ceased to sound | D |
| And on the tangled wires | H |
| The last wild rally staggers crumbles stops | H |
| Withered beneath the shrapnel's iron showers | H |
| Now heaven be thanked we gave a few brave drops | H |
| Now heaven be thanked a few brave drops were ours | H |
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| V | D |
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| There holding still in frozen steadfastness | H |
| Their bayonets toward the beckoning frontiers | H |
| They lie our comrades lie among their peers | H |
| Clad in the glory of fallen warriors | H |
| Grim clusters under thorny trellises | H |
| Dry furthest foam upon disastrous shores | H |
| Leaves that made last year beautiful still strewn | R |
| Even as they fell unchanged beneath the changing moon | R |
| And earth in her divine indifference | H |
| Rolls on and many paltry things and mean | S |
| Prate to be heard and caper to be seen | S |
| But they are silent calm their eloquence | H |
| Is that incomparable attitude | D |
| No human presences their witness are | T |
| But summer clouds and sunset crimson hued | D |
| And showers and night winds and the northern star | T |
| Nay even our salutations seem profane | J |
| Opposed to their Elysian quietude | D |
| Our salutations calling from afar | T |
| From our ignobler plane | J |
| And undistinction of our lesser parts | H |
| Hail brothers and farewell you are twice blest brave hearts | H |
| Double your glory is who perished thus | H |
| For you have died for France and vindicated us | H |
Alan Seeger
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