The Day Of Dead Soldiers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAAB CDCDCCD EBEBEEB BFBFBBF DGDGDDG BHBIBBH| WELCOME thou gray and fragrant Sabbath day | A |
| To deathless love and valor dedicate | B |
| Glorious with the richest flowers of May | A |
| With early roses lingering lilacs late | B |
| With vivid green of grass and leaf and spray | A |
| Thou bringest memories that far outweigh | A |
| The season's joy with thoughts of death and fate | B |
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| What words may paint the picture on the air | C |
| Of this broad land to day from sea to sea | D |
| The rolling prairies purple valleys rare | C |
| And royal mountains endless rivers free | D |
| Filled full with phantoms flitting everywhere | C |
| Pale ghosts of buried armies slowly there | C |
| From countless graves uprising silently | D |
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| A calm grave day the sunlight does not shine | E |
| But thin gray clouds bedrape the sky o'erhead | B |
| The delicate air is filled with spirits fine | E |
| The temperate breezes whisper of the dead | B |
| What visions and what memories divine | E |
| O holy Sabbath flower day are thine | E |
| Painted in light against a field of red | B |
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| Behold the fairest spots in all the land | B |
| To day in this mid season of fresh flowers | F |
| Are heroes' graves by many a tender hand | B |
| Sprinkled With odorous radiant colored showers | F |
| By mild moist breezes delicately fanned | B |
| Sending o'er distant towns their perfumes bland | B |
| Loading with sweet aroma sunless hours | F |
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| Who knows what tremulous dusky hands set free | D |
| Deck quaintly with gay flowers the graves unknown | G |
| What wealth of bloom is shed exuberantly | D |
| On the far grave in Illinois alone | G |
| Where the last hero sleeping peacefully | D |
| Beyond detraction and mistrust doth lie | D |
| By the glad winds of prairies overblown | G |
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| With hymns and prayer be this day sanctified | B |
| And consecrate to heroes' memories | H |
| Not with wild violent grief for those who died | B |
| O wives and mothers but with patience wise | I |
| Calm resignation and a thankful pride | B |
| That they have left their land a fame so wide | B |
| So rich a page of thrilling histories | H |
Emma Lazarus
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