The Santa Fe Trail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCD E FAAAGG HGIJKKLLAAALLLLLMGGL LLL N ODDPPQQ OOAALLRRSS LLTT UUVVWXW YCZCWA2A2WZMMWWUCLLW UB2DDC2ULU ZLAAWGGALGGLODLLD2E2 WZE2WOWWWWWLLMWF2F2L AGGODLLD2E2WZE2WA2WL OAAAGGGG2G2FLAAGG ZOWWH2H2ZZC2C2WWLLLL OLOLDAZWZDW| A Humoresque | A |
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| I asked the old Negro What is that bird that sings so well | B |
| He answered That is the Rachel Jane Hasn't it another name | C |
| lark or thrush or the like No Jus' Rachel Jane | D |
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| I In which a Racing Auto comes from the East | E |
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| To be sung delicately to an improvised tune | F |
| This is the order of the music of the morning | A |
| First from the far East comes but a crooning | A |
| The crooning turns to a sunrise singing | A |
| Hark to the calm horn balm horn psalm horn | G |
| Hark to the faint horn quaint horn saint horn | G |
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| To be sung or read with great speed | H |
| Hark to the pace horn chase horn race horn | G |
| And the holy veil of the dawn has gone | I |
| Swiftly the brazen car comes on | J |
| It burns in the East as the sunrise burns | K |
| I see great flashes where the far trail turns | K |
| Its eyes are lamps like the eyes of dragons | L |
| It drinks gasoline from big red flagons | L |
| Butting through the delicate mists of the morning | A |
| It comes like lightning goes past roaring | A |
| It will hail all the wind mills taunting ringing | A |
| Dodge the cyclones | L |
| Count the milestones | L |
| On through the ranges the prairie dog tills | L |
| Scooting past the cattle on the thousand hills | L |
| To be read or sung in a rolling bass | L |
| with some deliberation | M |
| Ho for the tear horn scare horn dare horn | G |
| Ho for the gay horn bark horn bay horn | G |
| Ho for Kansas land that restores us | L |
| When houses choke us and great books bore us | L |
| Sunrise Kansas harvester's Kansas | L |
| A million men have found you before us | L |
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| II In which Many Autos pass Westward | N |
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| In an even deliberate narrative manner | O |
| I want live things in their pride to remain | D |
| I will not kill one grasshopper vain | D |
| Though he eats a hole in my shirt like a door | P |
| I let him out give him one chance more | P |
| Perhaps while he gnaws my hat in his whim | Q |
| Grasshopper lyrics occur to him | Q |
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| I am a tramp by the long trail's border | O |
| Given to squalor rags and disorder | O |
| I nap and amble and yawn and look | A |
| Write fool thoughts in my grubby book | A |
| Recite to the children explore at my ease | L |
| Work when I work beg when I please | L |
| Give crank drawings that make folks stare | R |
| To the half grown boys in the sunset glare | R |
| And get me a place to sleep in the hay | S |
| At the end of a live and let live day | S |
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| I find in the stubble of the new cut weeds | L |
| A whisper and a feasting all one needs | L |
| The whisper of the strawberries white and red | T |
| Here where the new cut weeds lie dead | T |
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| But I would not walk all alone till I die | U |
| Without some life drunk horns going by | U |
| Up round this apple earth they come | V |
| Blasting the whispers of the morning dumb | V |
| Cars in a plain realistic row | W |
| And fair dreams fade | X |
| When the raw horns blow | W |
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| On each snapping pennant | Y |
| A big black name | C |
| The careering city | Z |
| Whence each car came | C |
| Like a train caller in a Union Depot | W |
| They tour from Memphis Atlanta Savannah | A2 |
| Tallahassee and Texarkana | A2 |
| They tour from St Louis Columbus Manistee | W |
| They tour from Peoria Davenport Kankakee | Z |
| Cars from Concord Niagara Boston | M |
| Cars from Topeka Emporia and Austin | M |
| Cars from Chicago Hannibal Cairo | W |
| Cars from Alton Oswego Toledo | W |
| Cars from Buffalo Kokomo Delphi | U |
| Cars from Lodi Carmi Loami | C |
| Ho for Kansas land that restores us | L |
| When houses choke us and great books bore us | L |
| While I watch the highroad | W |
| And look at the sky | U |
| While I watch the clouds in amazing grandeur | B2 |
| Roll their legions without rain | D |
| Over the blistering Kansas plain | D |
| While I sit by the milestone | C2 |
| And watch the sky | U |
| The United States | L |
| Goes by | U |
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| To be given very harshly | Z |
| with a snapping explosiveness | L |
| Listen to the iron horns ripping racking | A |
| Listen to the quack horns slack and clacking | A |
| Way down the road trilling like a toad | W |
| Here comes the dice horn here comes the vice horn | G |
| Here comes the snarl horn brawl horn lewd horn | G |
| Followed by the prude horn bleak and squeaking | A |
| Some of them from Kansas some of them from Kansas | L |
| Here comes the hod horn plod horn sod horn | G |
| Nevermore to roam horn loam horn home horn | G |
| Some of them from Kansas some of them from Kansas | L |
| To be read or sung well nigh in a whisper | O |
| Far away the Rachel Jane | D |
| Not defeated by the horns | L |
| Sings amid a hedge of thorns | L |
| Love and life | D2 |
| Eternal youth | E2 |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
| Dew and glory | Z |
| Love and truth | E2 |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
| Louder and louder faster and faster | O |
| WHILE SMOKE BLACK FREIGHTS ON THE DOUBLE TRACKED RAILROAD | W |
| DRIVEN AS THOUGH BY THE FOUL FIEND'S OX GOAD | W |
| SCREAMING TO THE WEST COAST SCREAMING TO THE EAST | W |
| CARRY OFF A HARVEST BRING BACK A FEAST | W |
| HARVESTING MACHINERY AND HARNESS FOR THE BEAST | W |
| THE HAND CARS WHIZ AND RATTLE ON THE RAILS | L |
| THE SUNLIGHT FLASHES ON THE TIN DINNER PAILS | L |
| In a rolling bass with increasing deliberation | M |
| And then in an instant | W |
| Ye modern men | F2 |
| Behold the procession once again | F2 |
| With a snapping explosiveness | L |
| Listen to the iron horns ripping racking | A |
| Listen to the wise horn desperate to advise horn | G |
| Listen to the fast horn kill horn blast horn | G |
| To be sung or read well nigh in a whisper | O |
| Far away the Rachel Jane | D |
| Not defeated by the horns | L |
| Sings amid a hedge of thorns | L |
| Love and life | D2 |
| Eternal youth | E2 |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
| Dew and glory | Z |
| Love and truth | E2 |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
| To be brawled in the beginning with a | A2 |
| snapping explosiveness ending in a languorous chant | W |
| The mufflers open on a score of cars | L |
| With wonderful thunder | O |
| CRACK CRACK CRACK | A |
| CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK | A |
| CRACK CRACK CRACK | A |
| Listen to the gold horn | G |
| Old horn | G |
| Cold horn | G |
| And all of the tunes till the night comes down | G2 |
| On hay stack and ant hill and wind bitten town | G2 |
| To be sung to exactly the same whispered tune | F |
| as the first five lines | L |
| Then far in the west as in the beginning | A |
| Dim in the distance sweet in retreating | A |
| Hark to the faint horn quaint horn saint horn | G |
| Hark to the calm horn balm horn psalm horn | G |
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| This section beginning sonorously | Z |
| ending in a languorous whisper | O |
| They are hunting the goals that they understand | W |
| San Francisco and the brown sea sand | W |
| My goal is the mystery the beggars win | H2 |
| I am caught in the web the night winds spin | H2 |
| The edge of the wheat ridge speaks to me | Z |
| I talk with the leaves of the mulberry tree | Z |
| And now I hear as I sit all alone | C2 |
| In the dusk by another big Santa Fe stone | C2 |
| The souls of the tall corn gathering round | W |
| And the gay little souls of the grass in the ground | W |
| Listen to the tale the cotton wood tells | L |
| Listen to the wind mills singing o'er the wells | L |
| Listen to the whistling flutes without price | L |
| Of myriad prophets out of paradise | L |
| Harken to the wonder | O |
| That the night air carries | L |
| Listen to the whisper | O |
| Of the prairie fairies | L |
| Singing o'er the fairy plain | D |
| To the same whispered tune as the Rachel Jane song | A |
| but very slowly | Z |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
| Love and glory | Z |
| Stars and rain | D |
| Sweet sweet sweet sweet | W |
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