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The Armies Of The Wilderness Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Like snows the camps on southern hills	B
Lay all the winter long	C
Our levies there in patience stood	D
They stood in patience strong	C
On fronting slopes gleamed other camps	E
Where faith as firmly clung	F
Ah froward king so brave miss	G
The zealots of the Wrong	C
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In this strife of brothers	H
God hear their country call	I
However it be whatever betide	J
Let not the just one fall	I
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Through the pointed glass our soldiers saw	K
The base ball bounding sent	L
They could have joined them in their sport	M
But for the vale's deep rent	L
And others turned the reddish soil	N
Like diggers of graves they bent	L
The reddish soil and tranching toil	N
Begat presentiment	L
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Did the Fathers feel mistrust	L
Can no final good be wrought	L
Over and over again and again	O
Must the fight for the Right be fought	L
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They lead a Gray back to the crag	C
Your earth works yonder tell us man	P
A prisoner no deserter I	-
Nor one of the tell tale clan	P
His rags they mark True blue like you	Q
Should wear the color your Country's man	P
He grinds his teeth However that be	R
Yon earth works have their plan	P
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Such brave ones foully snared	L
By Belial's wily plea	R
Were faithful unto the evil end	L
Feudal fidelity	R
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Well then your camps come tell the names	S
Freely he leveled his finger then	O
Yonder see are our Georgians on the crest	L
The Carolinians lower past the glen	O
Virginians Alabamians Mississippians Kentuckians	T
Follow my finger Tennesseeans and the ten	O
Camps there ask your grave pits they'll tell	U
Halloa I see the picket hut the den	O
Where I last night lay Where's Lee	R
In the hearts and bayonets of all yon men	O
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The tribes swarm up to war	V
As in ages long ago	C
Ere the palm of promise leaved	L
And the lily of Christ did blow	C
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Their mounted pickets for miles are spied	L
Dotting the lowland plain	W
The nearer ones in their veteran rags	X
Loutish they loll in lazy disdain	W
But ours in perilous places bide	L
With rifles ready and eyes that strain	W
Deep through the dim suspected wood	L
Where the Rapidan rolls amain	W
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The Indian has passed away	Y
But creeping comes another	Z
Deadlier far Picket	L
Take heed take heed of thy brother	Z
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From a wood hung height an outpost lone	W
Crowned with a woodman's fort	L
The sentinel looks on a land of dole	A2
Like Paran all amort	L
Black chimneys gigantic in moor like wastes	B2
The scowl of the clouded sky retort	L
The hearth is a houseless stone again	W
Ah where shall the people be sought	L
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Since the venom such blastment deals	C2
The south should have paused and thrice	D2
Ere with heat of her hate she hatched	L
The egg with the cockatrice	D2
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A path down the mountain winds to the glade	L
Where the dead of the Moonlight Fight lie low	C
A hand reaches out of the thin laid mould	L
As begging help which none can bestow	C
But the field mouse small and busy ant	L
Heap their hillocks to hide if they may the woe	C
By the bubbling spring lies the rusted canteen	W
And the drum which the drummer boy dying let go	C
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Dust to dust and blood for blood	L
Passion and pangs Has Time	E2
Gone back or is this the Age	F2
Of the world's great Prime	E2
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The wagon mired and cannon dragged	L
Have trenched their scar the plain	W
Tramped like the cindery beach of the damned	L
A site for the city of Cain	W
And stumps of forests for dreary leagues	D2
Like a massacre show The armies have lain	W
By fires where gums and balms did burn	W
And the seeds of Summer's reign	W
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Where are the birds and boys	D2
Who shall go chestnutting when	W
October returns The nuts	D2
O long ere they grow again	W
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They snug their huts with the chapel pews	D2
In court houses stable their steeds	D2
Kindle their fires with indentures and bonds	D2
And old Lord Fairfax's parchment deeds	D2
And Virginian gentlemen's libraries old	L
Books which only the scholar heeds	D2
Are flung to his kennel It is ravage and range	G2
And gardens are left to weeds	D2
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Turned adrift into war	V
Man runs wild on the plain	W
Like the jennets let loose	D2
On the Pampas zebras again	W
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Like the Pleiads dim see the tents through the storm	H2
Aloft by the hill side hamlet's graves	D2
On a head stone used for a hearth stone there	I2
The water is bubbling for punch for our braves	D2
What if the night be drear and the blast	L
Ghostly shrieks their rollicking staves	D2
Make frolic the heart beating time with their swords	D2
What care they if Winter raves	D2
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Is life but a dream and so	C
In the dream do men laugh aloud	L
So strange seems mirth in a camp	J2
So like a white tent to a shroud	L
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The May weed springs and comes a Man	W
And mounts our Signal Hill	K2
A quiet Man and plain in garb	L2
Briefly he looks his fill	K2
Then drops his gray eye on the ground	L
Like a loaded mortar he is still	K2
Meekness and grimness meet in him	M2
The silent General	N2
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Were men but strong and wise	D2
Honest as Grant and calm	O2
War would be left to the red and black ants	D2
And the happy world disarm	P2
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That eve a stir was in the camps	D2
Forerunning quiet soon to come	Q2
Among the streets of beechen huts	D2
No more to know the drum	Q2
The weed shall choke the lowly door	V
And foxes peer within the gloom	R2
Till scared perchange by Mosby's prowling men	W
Who ride in the rear of doom	R2
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Far West and farther South	S2
Wherever the sword has been	W
Deserted camps are met	L
And desert graves are seen	W
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The livelong night they ford the flood	L
With guns held high they silent press	D2
Till shimmers the grass in their bayonets' sheen	W
On Morning's banks their ranks they dress	D2
Then by the forests lightly wind	L
Whose waving boughs the pennons seem to bless	D2
Borne by the cavalry scouting on	W
Sounding the Wilderness	D2
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Like shoals of fish in spring	C
That visit Crusoe's isle	T2
The host in the lonesome place	D2
The hundred thousand file	T2
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The foe that held his guarded hills	D2
Must speed to woods afar	U2
For the scheme that was nursed by the Culpepper hearth	V2
With the slowly smoked cigar	U2
The scheme that smouldered through winter long	C
Now bursts into act into waw	C
The resolute scheme of a heart as calm	O2
As the Cyclone's core	V
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The fight for the city is fought	L
In Nature's old domain	W
Man goes out to the wilds	D2
And Orpheus' charm is vain	W
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In glades they meet skull after skull	N2
Where pine cones lay the rusted gun	W
Green shoes full of bones the mouldering coat	L
And cuddled up skeleton	W
And scores of such Some start as in dreams	D2
And comrades lost bemoan	W
By the edge of those wilds Stonewall had charged	L
But the Year and the Man were gone	W
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At the height of their madness	D2
The night winds pause	D2
Recollecting themselves	D2
But no lull in these wars	D2
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A gleam a volley And who shall go	C
Storming the swarmers in jungles dread	L
No cannon ball answers no proxies are sent	L
They rush in the shrapnel's stead	L
Plume and sash are vanities now	W
Let them deck the pall of the dead	L
They go where the shade is perhaps into Hades	D2
Where the brave of all times have led	L
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There's a dust of hurrying feet	L
Bitten lips and bated breath	W2
And drums that challenge to the grave	X2
And faces fixed forefeeling death	W2
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What husky huzzahs in the hazy groves	D2
What flying encounters fell	U
Pursuer and pursued like ghosts disappear	Y2
In gloomed shade their end who shall tell	U
The crippled a ragged barked stick for a crutch	Z2
Limp to some elfin dell	U
Hobble from the sight of dead faces white	L
As pebbles in a well	U
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Few burial rites shall be	R
No priest with book and band	L
Shall come to the secret place	D2
Of the corpse in the foeman's land	L
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Watch and fast march and fight clutch your gun	W
Day fights and night fights sore is the strees	D2
Look through the pines what line comes on	W
Longstreet slants through the hauntedness	D2
'Tis charge for charge and shout for yell	U
Such battles on battles oppress	D2
But Heaven lent strength the Right strove well	U
And emerged from the Wilderness	D2
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Emerged for the way was won	W
But the Pillar of Smoke that led	L
Was brand like with ghosts that went up	A3
Ashy and red	L
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None can narrate that strife in the pines	D2
A seal is on it Sabaean lore	V
Obscure as the wood the entangled rhyme	E2
But hints at the maze of war	V
Vivid glimpses or livid through peopled gloom	R2
And fires which creep and char	U2
A riddle of death of which the slain	W
Sole solvers are	U2
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Long they withhold the roll	A2
Of the shroudless dead It is right	L
Not yet can we bear the flare	I2
Of the funeral light	L