Come Up From The Fields, Father Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFGGHHI GJKL LMN IO PGQRPSTE PUGV WXGE PQPG EYCIIGZCCome up from the fields father here's a letter from our Pete | A |
And come to the front door mother here's a letter from thy dear | B |
son | C |
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Lo 'tis autumn | D |
Lo where the trees deeper green yellower and redder | E |
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the | F |
moderate wind | G |
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd | G |
vines | H |
Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines | H |
Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing | I |
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Above all lo the sky so calm so transparent after the rain and | G |
with wondrous clouds | J |
Below too all calm all vital and beautiful and the farm prospers | K |
well | L |
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Down in the fields all prospers well | L |
But now from the fields come father come at the daughter's call | M |
And come to the entry mother to the front door come right away | N |
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Fast as she can she hurries something ominous her steps trembling | I |
She does not tarry to smoothe her hair nor adjust her cap | O |
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Open the envelope quickly | P |
O this is not our son's writing yet his name is sign'd | G |
O a strange hand writes for our dear son O stricken mother's soul | Q |
All swims before her eyes flashes with black she catches the main | R |
words only | P |
Sentences broken gun shot wound in the breast cavalry skirmish | S |
taken to hospital | T |
At present low but will soon be better | E |
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Ah now the single figure to me | P |
Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms | U |
Sickly white in the face and dull in the head very faint | G |
By the jamb of a door leans | V |
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Grieve not so dear mother the just grown daughter speaks through | W |
her sobs | X |
The little sisters huddle around speechless and dismay'd | G |
See dearest mother the letter says Pete will soon be better | E |
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Alas poor boy he will never be better nor may be needs to be | P |
better that brave and simple soul | Q |
While they stand at home at the door he is dead already | P |
The only son is dead | G |
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But the mother needs to be better | E |
She with thin form presently drest in black | Y |
By day her meals untouch'd then at night fitfully sleeping often | C |
waking | I |
In the midnight waking weeping longing with one deep longing | I |
O that she might withdraw unnoticed silent from life escape and | G |
withdraw | Z |
To follow to seek to be with her dear dead son | C |
Walt Whitman
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