Abraham Lincoln Walks At Midnight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK MNON PQJQ RSTS UVWV

It is portentous and a thing of stateA
That here at midnight in our little townB
A mourning figure walks and will not restC
Near the old court house pacing up and downB
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Or by his homestead or in shadowed yardsD
He lingers where his children used to playE
Or through the market on the well worn stonesF
He stalks until the dawn stars burn awayE
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A bronzed lank man His suit of ancient blackG
A famous high top hat and plain worn shawlH
Make him the quaint great figure that men loveI
The prairie lawyer master of us allH
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He cannot sleep upon his hillside nowJ
He is among us as in times beforeK
And we who toss and lie awake for longL
Breathe deep and start to see him pass the doorK
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His head is bowed He thinks on men and kingsM
Yea when the sick world cries how can he sleepN
Too many peasants fight they know not whyO
Too many homesteads in black terror weepN
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The sins of all the war lords burn his heartP
He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every mainQ
He carries on his shawl wrapped shoulders nowJ
The bitterness the folly and the painQ
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He cannot rest until a spirit dawnR
Shall come the shining hope of Europe freeS
The league of sober folk the Workers' EarthT
Bringing long peace to Cornland Alp and SeaS
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It breaks his heart that kings must murder stillU
That all his hours of travail here for menV
Seem yet in vain And who will bring white peaceW
That he may sleep upon his hill againV

Vachel Lindsay



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