You And You Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABAB ACACBBBBBC DEED FFGHIIJKKLLMBBKJJJNN OPOA ABAAQQRRBBR SBSBTU ABVVV WXXYZA2YZA2 B2B2C2VD2D2V E2E2VVVVF2AF2TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR | A |
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Every one of you won the war | A |
You and you and you | B |
Each one knowing what it was for | A |
And what was his job to do | B |
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Every one of you won the war | A |
Obedient unwearied unknown | C |
Dung in the trenches drift on the shore | A |
Dust to the world's end blown | C |
Every one of you steady and true | B |
You and you and you | B |
Down in the pit or up in the blue | B |
Whether you crawled or sailed or flew | B |
Whether your closest comrade knew | B |
Or you bore the brunt alone | C |
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All of you all of you name after name | D |
Jones and Robinson Smith and Brown | E |
You from the piping prairie town | E |
You from the Fundy fogs that came | D |
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You from the city's roaring blocks | F |
You from the bleak New England rocks | F |
With the shingled roof in the apple boughs | G |
You from the brown adobe house | H |
You from the Rockies you from the Coast | I |
You from the burning frontier post | I |
And you from the Klondyke's frozen flanks | J |
You from the cedar swamps you from the pine | K |
You from the cotton and you from the vine | K |
You from the rice and the sugar brakes | L |
You from the Rivers and you from the Lakes | L |
You from the Creeks and you from the Licks | M |
And you from the brown bayou | B |
You and you and you | B |
You from the pulpit you from the mine | K |
You from the factories you from the banks | J |
Closer and closer ranks on ranks | J |
Airplanes and cannon and rifles and tanks | J |
Smith and Robinson Brown and Jones | N |
Ruddy faces or bleaching bones | N |
After the turmoil and blood and pain | O |
Swinging home to the folks again | P |
Or sleeping alone in the fine French rain | O |
Every one of you won the war | A |
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Every one of you won the war | A |
You and you and you | B |
Pressing and pouring forth more and more | A |
Toiling and straining from shore to shore | A |
To reach the flaming edge of the dark | Q |
Where man in his millions went up like a spark | Q |
You in your thousands and millions coming | R |
All the sea ploughed with you all the air humming | R |
All the land loud with you | B |
All our hearts proud with you | B |
All our souls bowed with the awe of your coming | R |
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Where's the Arch high enough | S |
Lads to receive you | B |
Where's the eye dry enough | S |
Dears to perceive you | B |
When at last and at last in your glory you come | T |
Tramping home | U |
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Every one of you won the war | A |
You and you and you | B |
You that carry an unscathed head | V |
You that halt with a broken tread | V |
And oh most of all you Dead you Dead | V |
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Lift up the Gates for these that are last | W |
That are last in the great Procession | X |
Let the living pour in take possession | X |
Flood back to the city the ranch the farm | Y |
The church and the college and mill | Z |
Back to the office the store the exchange | A2 |
Back to the wife with the babe on her arm | Y |
Back to the mother that waits on the sill | Z |
And the supper that's hot on the range | A2 |
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And now when the last of them all are by | B2 |
Be the Gates lifted up on high | B2 |
To let those Others in | C2 |
Those Others their brothers that softly tread | V |
That come so thick yet take no ground | D2 |
That are so many yet make no sound | D2 |
Our Dead our Dead our Dead | V |
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O silent and secretly moving throng | E2 |
In your fifty thousand strong | E2 |
Coming at dusk when the wreaths have dropt | V |
And streets are empty and music stopt | V |
Silently coming to hearts that wait | V |
Dumb in the door and dumb at the gate | V |
And hear your step and fly to your call | F2 |
Every one of you won the war | A |
But you you Dead most of all | F2 |
Edith Wharton
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