The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDE FGFG HGHG IGIG JKJK LMMM NMNM MOMO PBPB QGQG RBRB S ST UVWV XMAM YOYO MMMM GMGMMy father he was a mountaineer | A |
His fist was a knotty hammer | B |
He was quick on his feet as a running deer | A |
And he spoke with a Yankee stammer | B |
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My mother she was merry and brave | C |
And so she came to her labor | B |
With a tall green fir for her doctor grave | C |
And a stream for her comforting neighbor | B |
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And some are wrapped in the linen fine | D |
And some like a godling's scion | E |
But I was cradled on twigs of pine | D |
And the skin of a mountain lion | E |
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And some remember a white starched lap | F |
And a ewer with silver handles | G |
But I remember a coonskin cap | F |
And the smell of bayberry candles | G |
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The cabin logs with the bark still rough | H |
And my mother who laughed at trifles | G |
And the tall lank visitors brown as snuff | H |
With their long straight squirrel rifles | G |
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I can hear them dance like a foggy song | I |
Through the deepest one of my slumbers | G |
The fiddle squeaking the boots along | I |
And my father calling the numbers | G |
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The quick feet shaking the puncheon floor | J |
And the fiddle squealing and squealing | K |
Till the dried herbs rattled above the door | J |
And the dust went up to the ceiling | K |
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There are children lucky from dawn till dusk | L |
But never a child so lucky | M |
For I cut my teeth on 'Money Musk' | M |
In the Bloody Ground of Kentucky | M |
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When I grew tall as the Indian corn | N |
My father had little to lend me | M |
But he gave me his great old powder horn | N |
And his woodsman's skill to befriend me | M |
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With a leather shirt to cover my back | M |
And a redskin nose to unravel | O |
Each forest sign I carried my pack | M |
As far as a scout could travel | O |
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Till I lost my boyhood and found my wife | P |
A girl like a Salem clipper | B |
A woman straight as a hunting knife | P |
With as eyes as bright as the Dipper | B |
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We cleared our camp where the buffalo feed | Q |
Unheard of streams were our flagons | G |
And I sowed my sons like the apple seed | Q |
On the trail of the Western wagons | G |
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They were right tight boys never sulky or slow | R |
A fruitful a goodly muster | B |
The eldest died at the Alamo | R |
The youngest fell with Custer | B |
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The letter that told it burned my hand | S |
Yet we smiled and said 'So be it ' | - |
But I could not live when they fenced the land | S |
For it broke my heart to see it | T |
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I saddled a red unbroken colt | U |
And rode him into the day there | V |
And he threw me down like a thunderbolt | W |
And rolled on me as I lay there | V |
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The hunter's whistle hummed in my ear | X |
As the city men tried to move me | M |
And I died in my boots like a pioneer | A |
With the whole wide sky above me | M |
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Now I lie in the heart of the fat black soil | Y |
Like the seed of a prairie thistle | O |
It has washed my bones with honey and oil | Y |
And picked them clean as a whistle | O |
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And my youth returns like the rains of Spring | M |
And my sons like the wild geese flying | M |
And I lie and hear the meadow lark sing | M |
And have much content in my dying | M |
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Go play with the towns you have built of blocks | G |
The towns where you would have bound me | M |
I sleep in my earth like a tired fox | G |
And my buffalo have found me | M |
Stephen Vincent Benet
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