To Walt Whitman In America Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCB DEDEFFE GHGHIIH AJAJKLJ MNMOPPN QBQBRRB GQGQSSQ CSCSQQS TUVUQQU MWMWQQW SSSSNOS QCQCSSC SQSQXXQ YZYZCCZ MA2MA2B2B2A2 SWSWSSW BQBQSSQ QSQSSSS CMCMRRM CA2CA2SSA2 MSMSQQS SQSQBBQ

Send but a song oversea for usA
Heart of their hearts who are freeB
Heart of their singer to be for usA
More than our singing can beB
Ours in the tempest at errorC
With no light but the twilight of terrorC
Send us a song overseaB
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Sweet smelling of pine leaves and grassesD
And blown as a tree through and throughE
With the winds of the keen mountain passesD
And tender as sun smitten dewE
Sharp tongued as the winter that shakesF
The wastes of your limitless lakesF
Wide eyed as the sea line's blueE
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O strong winged soul with propheticG
Lips hot with the bloodheats of songH
With tremor of heartstrings magneticG
With thoughts as thunders in throngH
With consonant ardours of chordsI
That pierce men's souls as with swordsI
And hale them hearing alongH
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Make us too music to be with usA
As a word from a world's heart warmJ
To sail the dark as a sea with usA
Full sailed outsinging the stormJ
A song to put fire in our earsK
Whose burning shall burn up tearsL
Whose sign bid battle reformJ
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A note in the ranks of a clarionM
A word in the wind of cheerN
To consume as with lightning the carrionM
That makes time foul for us hereO
In the air that our dead things infestP
A blast of the breath of the westP
Till east way as west way is clearN
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Out of the sun beyond sunsetQ
From the evening whence morning shall beB
With the rollers in measureless onsetQ
With the van of the storming seaB
With the world wide wind with the breathR
That breaks ships driven upon deathR
With the passion of all things freeB
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With the sea steeds footless and franticG
White myriads for death to bestrideQ
In the charge of the ruining AtlanticG
Where deaths by regiments rideQ
With clouds and clamours of watersS
With a long note shriller than slaughter'sS
On the furrowless fields world wideQ
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With terror with ardour and wonderC
With the soul of the season that wakesS
When the weight of a whole year's thunderC
In the tidestream of autumn breaksS
Let the flight of the wide winged wordQ
Come over come in and be heardQ
Take form and fire for our sakesS
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For a continent bloodless with travailT
Here toils and brawls as it canU
And the web of it who shall unravelV
Of all that peer on the planU
Would fain grow men but they grow notQ
And fain be free but they know notQ
One name for freedom and manU
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One name not twain for divisionM
One thing not twain from the birthW
Spirit and substance and visionM
Worth more than worship is worthW
Unbeheld unadored undivinedQ
The cause the centre the mindQ
The secret and sense of the earthW
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Here as a weakling in ironsS
Here as a weanling in bandsS
As a prey that the stake net environsS
Our life that we looked for standsS
And the man child naked and dearN
Democracy turns on us hereO
Eyes trembling with tremulous handsS
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It sees not what season shall bring to itQ
Sweet fruit of its bitter desireC
Few voices it hears yet sing to itQ
Few pulses of hearts reaspireC
Foresees not time nor forehearsS
The noises of imminent yearsS
Earthquake and thunder and fireC
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When crowned and weaponed and curblessS
It shall walk without helm or shieldQ
The bare burnt furrows and herblessS
Of war's last flame stricken fieldQ
Till godlike equal with timeX
It stand in the sun sublimeX
In the godhead of man revealedQ
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Round your people and over themY
Light like raiment is drawnZ
Close as a garment to cover themY
Wrought not of mail nor of lawnZ
Here with hope hardly to wearC
Naked nations and bareC
Swim sink strike out for the dawnZ
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Chains are here and a prisonM
Kings and subjects and shameA2
If the God upon you be arisenM
How should our songs be the sameA2
How in confusion of changeB2
How shall we sing in a strangeB2
Land songs praising his nameA2
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God is buried and dead to usS
Even the spirit of earthW
Freedom so have they said to usS
Some with mocking and mirthW
Some with heartbreak and tearsS
And a God without eyes without earsS
Who shall sing of him dead in the birthW
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The earth god Freedom the lonelyB
Face lightening the footprint unshodQ
Not as one man crucified onlyB
Nor scourged with but one life's rodQ
The soul that is substance of nationsS
Reincarnate with fresh generationsS
The great god Man which is GodQ
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But in weariest of years and obscurestQ
Doth it live not at heart of all thingsS
The one God and one spirit a purestQ
Life fed from unstanchable springsS
Within love within hatred it isS
And its seed in the stripe as the kissS
And in slaves is the germ and in kingsS
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Freedom we call it for holierC
Name of the soul's there is noneM
Surelier it labours if slowlierC
Than the metres of star or of sunM
Slowlier than life into breathR
Surelier than time into deathR
It moves till its labour be doneM
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Till the motion be done and the measureC
Circling through season and climeA2
Slumber and sorrow and pleasureC
Vision of virtue and crimeA2
Till consummate with conquering eyesS
A soul disembodied it riseS
From the body transfigured of timeA2
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Till it rise and remain and take stationM
With the stars of the worlds that rejoiceS
Till the voice of its heart's exultationM
Be as theirs an invariable voiceS
By no discord of evil estrangedQ
By no pause by no breach in it changedQ
By no clash in the chord of its choiceS
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It is one with the world's generationsS
With the spirit the star and the sodQ
With the kingless and king stricken nationsS
With the cross and the chain and the rodQ
The most high the most secret most lonelyB
The earth soul Freedom that onlyB
Lives and that only is GodQ

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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