Eighteen Sixty-two Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBD EFGF HIBI JKLK A MNON PNQN RCSC TPUP A BVWV XPBY Z A2ZB2Z EC2XC2 C2KD2K E2F2ZF2 G2LH2L K NFOF EEEE I2J2NJ2 ZPK2P

IA
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There's a tear in your eye little SybilB
Gathering large and slowC
Oh Sybil sweet little SybilB
What are you thinking of nowD
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Push back the velvet curtainsE
That darken the lonely roomF
For shadows peer out of the crimson depthsG
And the statues gleam white in the gloomF
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How the cannons' thunder rolls alongH
And shakes the lattice and wallI
Oh Sybil sweet little SybilB
What if your father should fallI
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The smoky clouds sweep up from the fieldJ
And darken the earth and seaK
God save him God save himL
Wherever he may beK
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IIA
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Oh pretty dark eyed bird of the SouthM
With your face so mournful and whiteN
There is many a little Northern girlO
That is breathing that prayer to nightN
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There's a little girl on the hills of MaineP
Looking out through the fading lightN
She looks down the winding path and saysQ
He will surely come to nightN
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The table is set the lamp is trimmedR
The fire has a ruddy glowC
That streams like a beacon down the pathS
To the dusky valley belowC
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There is smiling hope on the pretty faceT
Pressed so close to the paneP
And her eyes are like blue violetsU
After a summer rainP
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IIIA
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How you tremble little SybilB
At the cannons' dreadful soundV
Did you see far away the fallen steedW
And its rider prone on the groundV
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The dark brown locks so low in the dustX
The scarf with a crimson stainP
Oh Sybil poor little SybilB
He will not come back againY
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IVZ
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Right gallantly and well he foughtA2
Hand to hand with as brave a foeZ
Their faces hid by the nodding plumesB2
And the dense clouds hanging lowZ
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Did they think these hot blooded captainsE
That Death was so close by their sideC2
When Howard has fallen the bravestX
Rung out on the air far and wideC2
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Howard His foeman kneels by his sideC2
And raises his head to his kneeK
Oh God that brothers should part in youthD2
And thus should their meeting beK
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Unheard is the deafening battle roarE2
Unseen is that dying lookF2
He hears but the sound of a childish laughZ
And the song of a Northern brookF2
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He sees two white forms kneelingG2
In the twilight sweet and dimL
One low couch angel guardedH2
By a mother's evening hymnL
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VK
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The Angel of Death came down with the nightN
Came down with the gathering gloomF
God pity the little dark eyed girlO
Alone in the lonely roomF
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But still by his side his brother kneelsE
Chill horror has frozen his veinsE
He heeds not the glancing shower of shellsE
That with red fire glitters and rainsE
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And he heeds not the fiery cavalry chargeI2
That sweeps like a billow onJ2
To death oh the bravest and saddest sightN
That man ever gazed uponJ2
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The last shot What is one lifeZ
To the battle's gory gainP
But alas for the little blue eyed maidK2
Away on the hills of MaineP

Marietta Holley



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