Sing Of The Banner At Day-break Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJ KLJJ MNOOCOPQRJ S TUVOW V CX C YZLJA2OOB2 A YOC2HD2O E2COF2OHOESJ V E2E2G2CY C ZLOH2I2O S E2J2LE2K2L2JM2YJN2 A O2LLJP2Q2WOG2R2OJS2Y OKOXJIT2OOLDU2V2C2OW 2CH S X2O2Y2LP2LOOEM2OOLM2 GOZ2PKKV V OLYA3L C B3G2CJR2| POET | A |
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| O A new song a free song | B |
| Flapping flapping flapping flapping by sounds by voices clearer | C |
| By the wind's voice and that of the drum | D |
| By the banner's voice and child's voice and sea's voice and | E |
| father's voice | F |
| Low on the ground and high in the air | G |
| On the ground where father and child stand | H |
| In the upward air where their eyes turn | I |
| Where the banner at day break is flapping | J |
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| Words book words what are you | K |
| Words no more for hearken and see | L |
| My song is there in the open air and I must sing | J |
| With the banner and pennant a flapping | J |
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| I'll weave the chord and twine in | M |
| Man's desire and babe's desire I'll twine them in I'll put in life | N |
| I'll put the bayonet's flashing point I'll let bullets and slugs | O |
| whizz | O |
| As one carrying a symbol and menace far into the future | C |
| Crying with trumpet voice Arouse and beware Beware and arouse | O |
| I'll pour the verse with streams of blood full of volition full of | P |
| joy | Q |
| Then loosen launch forth to go and compete | R |
| With the banner and pennant a flapping | J |
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| PENNANT | S |
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| Come up here bard bard | T |
| Come up here soul soul | U |
| Come up here dear little child | V |
| To fly in the clouds and winds with me and play with the measureless | O |
| light | W |
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| CHILD | V |
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| Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger | C |
| And what does it say to me all the while | X |
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| FATHER | C |
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| Nothing my babe you see in the sky | Y |
| And nothing at all to you it says But look you my babe | Z |
| Look at these dazzling things in the houses and see you the money | L |
| shops opening | J |
| And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the streets with | A2 |
| goods | O |
| These ah these how valued and toil'd for these | O |
| How envied by all the earth | B2 |
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| POET | A |
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| Fresh and rosy red the sun is mounting high | Y |
| On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels | O |
| On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward | C2 |
| land | H |
| The great steady wind from west and west by south | D2 |
| Floating so buoyant with milk white foam on the waters | O |
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| But I am not the sea nor the red sun | E2 |
| I am not the wind with girlish laughter | C |
| Not the immense wind which strengthens not the wind which lashes | O |
| Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and death | F2 |
| But I am that which unseen comes and sings sings sings | O |
| Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land | H |
| Which the birds know in the woods mornings and evenings | O |
| And the shore sands know and the hissing wave and that banner and | E |
| pennant | S |
| Aloft there flapping and flapping | J |
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| CHILD | V |
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| O father it is alive it is full of people it has children | E2 |
| O now it seems to me it is talking to its children | E2 |
| I hear it it talks to me O it is wonderful | G2 |
| O it stretches it spreads and runs so fast O my father | C |
| It is so broad it covers the whole sky | Y |
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| FATHER | C |
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| Cease cease my foolish babe | Z |
| What you are saying is sorrowful to me much it displeases me | L |
| Behold with the rest again I say behold not banners and pennants | O |
| aloft | H2 |
| But the well prepared pavements behold and mark the solid wall'd | I2 |
| houses | O |
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| BANNER AND PENNANT | S |
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| Speak to the child O bard out of Manhattan | E2 |
| The war is over yet never over out of it we are born to real | J2 |
| life and identity | L |
| Speak to our children all or north or south of Manhattan | E2 |
| Where our factory engines hum where our miners delve the ground | K2 |
| Where our hoarse Niagara rumbles where our prairie plows are | L2 |
| plowing | J |
| Speak O bard point this day leaving all the rest to us over all | M2 |
| and yet we know not why | Y |
| For what are we mere strips of cloth profiting nothing | J |
| Only flapping in the wind | N2 |
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| POET | A |
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| I hear and see not strips of cloth alone | O2 |
| I hear again the tramp of armies I hear the challenging sentry | L |
| I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men I hear LIBERTY | L |
| I hear the drums beat and the trumpets yet blowing | J |
| I myself move abroad swift rising flying then | P2 |
| I use the wings of the land bird and use the wings of the sea bird | Q2 |
| and look down as from a height | W |
| I do not deny the precious results of peace I see populous cities | O |
| with wealth incalculable | G2 |
| I see numberless farms I see the farmers working in their fields or | R2 |
| barns | O |
| I see mechanics working I see buildings everywhere founded going | J |
| up or finish'd | S2 |
| I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks drawn by | Y |
| the locomotives | O |
| I see the stores depots of Boston Baltimore Charleston New | K |
| Orleans | O |
| I see far in the west the immense area of grain I dwell awhile | X |
| hovering | J |
| I pass to the lumber forests of the north and again to the southern | I |
| plantation and again to California | T2 |
| Sweeping the whole I see the countless profit the busy gatherings | O |
| earned wages | O |
| See the identity formed out of thirty eight spacious and haughty | L |
| States and many more to come | D |
| See forts on the shores of harbors see ships sailing in and out | U2 |
| Then over all aye aye my little and lengthen'd pennant shaped | V2 |
| like a sword | C2 |
| Runs swiftly up indicating war and defiance And now the halyards | O |
| have rais'd it | W2 |
| Side of my banner broad and blue side of my starry banner | C |
| Discarding peace over all the sea and land | H |
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| BANNER AND PENNANT | S |
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| Yet louder higher stronger bard yet farther wider cleave | X2 |
| No longer let our children deem us riches and peace alone | O2 |
| We may be terror and carnage and are so now | Y2 |
| Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States nor any | L |
| five nor ten | P2 |
| Nor market nor depot are we nor money bank in the city | L |
| But these and all and the brown and spreading land and the mines | O |
| below are ours | O |
| And the shores of the sea are ours and the rivers great and | E |
| small | M2 |
| And the fields they moisten are ours and the crops and the fruits | O |
| are ours | O |
| Bays and channels and ships sailing in and out are ours and we | L |
| over all | M2 |
| Over the area spread below the three or four millions of square | G |
| miles the capitals | O |
| The forty millions of people O bard in life and death supreme | Z2 |
| We even we henceforth flaunt out masterful high up above | P |
| Not for the present alone for a thousand years chanting through | K |
| you | K |
| This song to the soul of one poor little child | V |
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| CHILD | V |
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| O my father I like not the houses | O |
| They will never to me be anything nor do I like money | L |
| But to mount up there I would like O father dear that banner I | Y |
| like | A3 |
| That pennant I would be and must be | L |
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| FATHER | C |
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| Child of mine you fill me with anguish | B3 |
| To be that pennant would be too fearful | G2 |
| Little you know what it is this day and after this day forever | C |
| It is to gain nothing but risk and defy everything | J |
| Forward to stand in front of wars and O such war | R2 |
Walt Whitman
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