Cadet Grey: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBDBDD A EFEFEGEHG A ABABAIAII A CCCCCBCBB A AJAJACACC A BABABCBCC A KLKLKMKMM A BNBNBBBBB C BOBOBPBPP C CCCCCOCOO C BABABPBPP C AQAQAAAAA C AJAJAOAOO B CBCBQQB RSRSAAB A BTBTBPBPU A BBBBBRBRR A QBQBQVQVV A AOAOAPAPP A CACACJCJJ C CWCWCPCPP C CXCLCWCWW C PPPPPCPCC C IPIPICICC C BYBYBMBYM A BOBOBCBCC A FPFPFPFPP A BZBZBABAA A OMOMORORA W BPBPAAB BFBBFAAB| I | A |
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| Where West Point crouches and with lifted shield | B |
| Turns the whole river eastward through the pass | C |
| Whose jutting crags half silver stand revealed | B |
| Like bossy bucklers of Leonidas | C |
| Where buttressed low against the storms that wield | B |
| Their summer lightnings where her eaglets swarm | D |
| By Freedom's cradle Nature's self has steeled | B |
| Her heart like Winkelried and to that storm | D |
| Of leveled lances bares her bosom warm | D |
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| II | A |
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| But not to night The air and woods are still | E |
| The faintest rustle in the trees below | F |
| The lowest tremor from the mountain rill | E |
| Come to the ear as but the trailing flow | F |
| Of spirit robes that walk unseen the hill | E |
| The moon low sailing o'er the upland farm | G |
| The moon low sailing where the waters fill | E |
| The lozenge lake beside the banks of balm | H |
| Gleams like a chevron on the river's arm | G |
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| III | A |
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| All space breathes languor from the hilltop high | A |
| Where Putnam's bastion crumbles in the past | B |
| To swooning depths where drowsy cannon lie | A |
| And wide mouthed mortars gape in slumbers vast | B |
| Stroke upon stroke the far oars glance and die | A |
| On the hushed bosom of the sleeping stream | I |
| Bright for one moment drifts a white sail by | A |
| Bright for one moment shows a bayonet gleam | I |
| Far on the level plain then passes as a dream | I |
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| IV | A |
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| Soft down the line of darkened battlements | C |
| Bright on each lattice of the barrack walls | C |
| Where the low arching sallyport indents | C |
| Seen through its gloom beyond the moonbeam falls | C |
| All is repose save where the camping tents | C |
| Mock the white gravestones farther on where sound | B |
| No morning guns for reveille nor whence | C |
| No drum beat calls retreat but still is ever found | B |
| Waiting and present on each sentry's round | B |
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| V | A |
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| Within the camp they lie the young the brave | A |
| Half knight half schoolboy acolytes of fame | J |
| Pledged to one altar and perchance one grave | A |
| Bred to fear nothing but reproach and blame | J |
| Ascetic dandies o'er whom vestals rave | A |
| Clean limbed young Spartans disciplined young elves | C |
| Taught to destroy that they may live to save | A |
| Students embattled soldiers at their shelves | C |
| Heroes whose conquests are at first themselves | C |
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| VI | A |
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| Within the camp they lie in dreams are freed | B |
| From the grim discipline they learn to love | A |
| In dreams no more the sentry's challenge heed | B |
| In dreams afar beyond their pickets rove | A |
| One treads once more the piny paths that lead | B |
| To his green mountain home and pausing hears | C |
| The cattle call one treads the tangled weed | B |
| Of slippery rocks beside Atlantic piers | C |
| One smiles in sleep one wakens wet with tears | C |
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| VII | A |
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| One scents the breath of jasmine flowers that twine | K |
| The pillared porches of his Southern home | L |
| One hears the coo of pigeons in the pine | K |
| Of Western woods where he was wont to roam | L |
| One sees the sunset fire the distant line | K |
| Where the long prairie sweeps its levels down | M |
| One treads the snow peaks one by lamps that shine | K |
| Down the broad highways of the sea girt town | M |
| And two are missing Cadets Grey and Brown | M |
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| VIII | A |
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| Much as I grieve to chronicle the fact | B |
| That selfsame truant known as Cadet Grey | N |
| Was the young hero of our moral tract | B |
| Shorn of his twofold names on entrance day | N |
| Winthrop and Adams dropped in that one act | B |
| Of martial curtness and the roll call thinned | B |
| Of his ancestors he with youthful tact | B |
| Indulgence claimed since Winthrop no more sinned | B |
| Nor sainted Adams winced when he plain Grey was skinned | B |
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| IX | C |
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| He had known trials since we saw him last | B |
| By sheer good luck had just escaped rejection | O |
| Not for his learning but that it was cast | B |
| In a spare frame scarce fit for drill inspection | O |
| But when he ope'd his lips a stream so vast | B |
| Of information flooded each professor | P |
| They quite forgot his eyeglass something past | B |
| All precedent accepting the transgressor | P |
| Weak eyes and all of which he was possessor | P |
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| X | C |
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| E'en the first day he touched a blackboard's space | C |
| So the tradition of his glory lingers | C |
| Two wise professors fainted each with face | C |
| White as the chalk within his rapid fingers | C |
| All day he ciphered at such frantic pace | C |
| His form was hid in chalk precipitation | O |
| Of every problem till they said his case | C |
| Could meet from them no fair examination | O |
| Till Congress made a new appropriation | O |
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| XI | C |
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| Famous in molecules he demonstrated | B |
| From the mess hash to many a listening classful | A |
| Great as a botanist he separated | B |
| Three kinds of Mentha in one julep's glassful | A |
| High in astronomy it has been stated | B |
| He was the first at West Point to discover | P |
| Mars' missing satellites and calculated | B |
| Their true positions not the heavens over | P |
| But 'neath the window of Miss Kitty Rover | P |
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| XII | C |
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| Indeed I fear this novelty celestial | A |
| That very night was visible and clear | Q |
| At least two youths of aspect most terrestrial | A |
| And clad in uniform were loitering near | Q |
| A villa's casement where a gentle vestal | A |
| Took their impatience somewhat patiently | A |
| Knowing the youths were somewhat green and bestial | A |
| A certain slang of the Academy | A |
| I beg the reader won't refer to me | A |
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| XIII | C |
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| For when they ceased their ardent strain Miss Kitty | A |
| Glowed not with anger nor a kindred flame | J |
| But rather flushed with an odd sort of pity | A |
| Half matron's kindness and half coquette's shame | J |
| Proud yet quite blameful when she heard their ditty | A |
| She gave her soul poetical expression | O |
| And being clever too as she was pretty | A |
| From her high casement warbled this confession | O |
| Half provocation and one half repression | O |
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| NOT YET | B |
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| Not yet O friend not yet the patient stars | C |
| Lean from their lattices content to wait | B |
| All is illusion till the morning bars | C |
| Slip from the levels of the Eastern gate | B |
| Night is too young O friend day is too near | Q |
| Wait for the day that maketh all things clear | Q |
| Not yet O friend not yet | B |
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| Not yet O love not yet all is not true | R |
| All is not ever as it seemeth now | S |
| Soon shall the river take another blue | R |
| Soon dies yon light upon the mountain brow | S |
| What lieth dark O love bright day will fill | A |
| Wait for thy morning be it good or ill | A |
| Not yet O love not yet | B |
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| XIV | A |
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| The strain was finished softly as the night | B |
| Her voice died from the window yet e'en then | T |
| Fluttered and fell likewise a kerchief white | B |
| But that no doubt was accident for when | T |
| She sought her couch she deemed her conduct quite | B |
| Beyond the reach of scandalous commenter | P |
| Washing her hands of either gallant wight | B |
| Knowing the moralist might compliment her | P |
| Thus voicing Siren with the words of Mentor | U |
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| XV | A |
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| She little knew the youths below who straight | B |
| Dived for her kerchief and quite overlooked | B |
| The pregnant moral she would inculcate | B |
| Nor dreamed the less how little Winthrop brooked | B |
| Her right to doubt his soul's maturer state | B |
| Brown who was Western amiable and new | R |
| Might take the moral and accept his fate | B |
| The which he did but being stronger too | R |
| Took the white kerchief also as his due | R |
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| XVI | A |
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| They did not quarrel which no doubt seemed queer | Q |
| To those who knew not how their friendship blended | B |
| Each was opposed and each the other's peer | Q |
| Yet each the other in some things transcended | B |
| Where Brown lacked culture brains and oft I fear | Q |
| Cash in his pocket Grey of course supplied him | V |
| Where Grey lacked frankness force and faith sincere | Q |
| Brown of his manhood suffered none to chide him | V |
| But in his faults stood manfully beside him | V |
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| XVII | A |
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| In academic walks and studies grave | A |
| In the camp drill and martial occupation | O |
| They helped each other but just here I crave | A |
| Space for the reader's full imagination | O |
| The fact is patent Grey became a slave | A |
| A tool a fag a pleb To state it plainer | P |
| All that blue blood and ancestry e'er gave | A |
| Cleaned guns brought water was in fact retainer | P |
| To Jones whose uncle was a paper stainer | P |
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| XVIII | A |
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| How they bore this at home I cannot say | C |
| I only know so runs the gossip's tale | A |
| It chanced one day that the paternal Grey | C |
| Came to West Point that he himself might hail | A |
| The future hero in some proper way | C |
| Consistent with his lineage With him came | J |
| A judge a poet and a brave array | C |
| Of aunts and uncles bearing each a name | J |
| Eyeglass and respirator with the same | J |
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| XIX | C |
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| Observe quoth Grey the elder to his friends | C |
| Not in these giddy youths at baseball playing | W |
| You'll notice Winthrop Adams Greater ends | C |
| Than these absorb HIS leisure No doubt straying | W |
| With Caesar's Commentaries he attends | C |
| Some Roman council Let us ask however | P |
| Yon grimy urchin who my soul offends | C |
| By wheeling offal if he will endeavor | P |
| To find What heaven Winthrop Oh no never | P |
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| XX | C |
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| Alas too true The last of all the Greys | C |
| Was doing police detail it had come | X |
| To this in vain the rare historic bays | C |
| That crowned the pictured Puritans at home | L |
| And yet 'twas certain that in grosser ways | C |
| Of health and physique he was quite improving | W |
| Straighter he stood and had achieved some praise | C |
| In other exercise much more behooving | W |
| A soldier's taste than merely dirt removing | W |
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| XXI | C |
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| But to resume we left the youthful pair | P |
| Some stanzas back before a lady's bower | P |
| 'Tis to be hoped they were no longer there | P |
| For stars were pointing to the morning hour | P |
| Their escapade discovered ill 'twould fare | P |
| With our two heroes derelict of orders | C |
| But like the ghost they scent the morning air | P |
| And back again they steal across the borders | C |
| Unseen unheeded by their martial warders | C |
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| XXII | C |
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| They got to bed with speed young Grey to dream | I |
| Of some vague future with a general's star | P |
| And Mistress Kitty basking in its gleam | I |
| While Brown content to worship her afar | P |
| Dreamed himself dying by some lonely stream | I |
| Having snatched Kitty from eighteen Nez Perces | C |
| Till a far bugle with the morning beam | I |
| In his dull ear its fateful song rehearses | C |
| Which Winthrop Adams after put to verses | C |
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| XXIII | C |
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| So passed three years of their novitiate | B |
| The first real boyhood Grey had ever known | Y |
| His youth ran clear not choked like his Cochituate | B |
| In civic pipes but free and pure alone | Y |
| Yet knew repression could himself habituate | B |
| To having mind and body well rubbed down | M |
| Could read himself in others and could situate | B |
| Themselves in him except I grieve to own | Y |
| He couldn't see what Kitty saw in Brown | M |
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| XXIV | A |
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| At last came graduation Brown received | B |
| In the One Hundredth Cavalry commission | O |
| Then frolic flirting parting when none grieved | B |
| Save Brown who loved our young Academician | O |
| And Grey who felt his friend was still deceived | B |
| By Mistress Kitty who with other beauties | C |
| Graced the occasion and it was believed | B |
| Had promised Brown that when he could recruit his | C |
| Promised command she'd share with him those duties | C |
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| XXV | A |
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| Howe'er this was I know not all I know | F |
| The night was June's the moon rode high and clear | P |
| 'Twas such a night as this three years ago | F |
| Miss Kitty sang the song that two might hear | P |
| There is a walk where trees o'erarching grow | F |
| Too wide for one not wide enough for three | P |
| A fact precluding any plural beau | F |
| Which quite explained Miss Kitty's company | P |
| But not why Grey that favored one should be | P |
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| XXVI | A |
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| There is a spring whose limpid waters hide | B |
| Somewhere within the shadows of that path | Z |
| Called Kosciusko's There two figures bide | B |
| Grey and Miss Kitty Surely Nature hath | Z |
| No fairer mirror for a might be bride | B |
| Than this same pool that caught our gentle belle | A |
| To its dark heart one moment At her side | B |
| Grey bent A something trembled o'er the well | A |
| Bright spherical a tear Ah no a button fell | A |
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| XXVII | A |
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| Material minds might think that gravitation | O |
| Quoth Grey drew yon metallic spheroid down | M |
| The soul poetic views the situation | O |
| Fraught with more meaning When thy girlish crown | M |
| Was mirrored there there was disintegration | O |
| Of me and all my spirit moved to you | R |
| Taking the form of slow precipitation | O |
| But here came Taps a start a smile adieu | R |
| A blush a sigh and end of Canto II | A |
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| BUGLE SONG | W |
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| Fades the light | B |
| And afar | P |
| Goeth day cometh night | B |
| And a star | P |
| Leadeth all | A |
| Speedeth all | A |
| To their rest | B |
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| Love good night | B |
| Must thou go | F |
| When the day | B |
| And the light | B |
| Need thee so | F |
| Needeth all | A |
| Heedeth all | A |
| That is best | B |
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