The Iron Horse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAACD AAEFAGAG HIJHKLKLLM AAANNAOPQPARRA AFFASGSGTT LLUUVWXXCCAYAY

No song is mine of Arab steedA
My courser is of nobler bloodB
And cleaner limb and fleeter speedA
And greater strength and hardihoodA
Than ever cantered wild and freeC
Across the plains of ArabyD
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Go search the level desert landA
From Sana on to SamarcandA
Wherever Persian prince has beenE
Or Dervish Sheik or BedouinF
And I defy you there to pointA
Me out a steed the half so fineG
From tip of ear to pastern jointA
As this old iron horse of mineG
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You do not know what beauty isH
You do not know what gentlenessI
His answer is to my caressJ
Why look upon this gait of hisH
A touch upon his iron reinK
He moves with such a stately graceL
The sunlight on his burnished maneK
Is barely shaken in its placeL
And at a touch he changes paceL
And gliding backward stops againM
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And talk of mettle Ah my friendA
Such passion smolders in his breastA
That when awakened it will sendA
A thrill of rapture wilder thanN
E'er palpitated heart of manN
When flaming at its mightiestA
And there's a fierceness in his ireO
A maddened majesty that leapsP
Along his veins in blood of fireQ
Until the path his vision sweepsP
Spins out behind him like a threadA
Unraveled from the reel of timeR
As wheeling on his course sublimeR
The earth revolves beneath his treadA
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Then stretch away my gallant steedA
Thy mission is a noble oneF
Thou bear'st the father to the sonF
And sweet relief to bitter needA
Thou bear'st the stranger to his friendsS
Thou bear'st the pilgrim to the shrineG
And back again the prayer he sendsS
That God will prosper me and mineG
The star that on thy forehead gleamsT
Has blossomed in our brightest dreamsT
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Then speed thee on thy glorious raceL
The mother waits thy ringing paceL
The father leans an anxious earU
The thunder of thy hooves to hearU
The lover listens far awayV
To catch thy keen exultant neighW
And where thy breathings roll and riseX
The husband strains his eager eyesX
And laugh of wife and baby gleeC
Ring out to greet and welcome theeC
Then stretch away and when at lastA
The master's hand shall gently checkY
Thy mighty speed and hold thee fastA
The world will pat thee on the neckY

James Whitcomb Riley



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