Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHFIFJJKFFJ| Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All | A |
| Desperate on the torn bodies on the forms covering the battle fields gazing | B |
| As the last gun ceased but the scent of the powder smoke linger'd | C |
| As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd | D |
| Absorb them well O my earth she cried I charge you lose not my sons lose not an atom | E |
| And you streams absorb them well taking their dear blood | F |
| And you local spots and you airs that swim above lightly | G |
| And all you essences of soil and growth and you my rivers' depths | H |
| And you mountain sides and the woods where my dear children's blood trickling redden'd | F |
| And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees | I |
| My dead absorb my young men's beautiful bodies absorb and their precious precious precious blood | F |
| Which holding in trust for me faithfully back again give me many a year hence | J |
| In unseen essence and odor of surface and grass centuries hence | J |
| In blowing airs from the fields back again give me my darlings give my immortal heroes | K |
| Exhale me them centuries hence breathe me their breath let not an atom be lost | F |
| O years and graves O air and soil O my dead an aroma sweet | F |
| Exhale them perennial sweet death years centuries hence | J |
Walt Whitman
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