Song Of Myself, X Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIJ BGKLM NOOPQRSTUVW FOXYZXA2WB2C2D2E2A2F 2A2G2GL| Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt | A |
| Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee | B |
| In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night | C |
| Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh kill'd game | D |
| Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with my dog and gun | E |
| by my side | F |
| - | |
| The Yankee clipper is under her sky sails she cuts the | G |
| sparkle and scud | H |
| My eyes settle the land I bend at her prow or shout | I |
| joyously from the deck | J |
| - | |
| The boatmen and clam diggers arose early and stopt for me | B |
| I tuck'd my trowser ends in my boots and went and had a | G |
| good time | K |
| You should have been with us that day round the chowder | L |
| kettle | M |
| - | |
| I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far | N |
| west the bride was a red girl | O |
| Her father and his friends sat near cross legged and dumbly | O |
| smoking they had moccasins to their feet and large | P |
| thick blankets hanging from their shoulders | Q |
| On a bank lounged the trapper he was drest mostly in skins | R |
| his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck he held | S |
| his bride by the hand | T |
| She had long eyelashes her head was bare her coarse straight | U |
| locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd | V |
| to her feet | W |
| - | |
| The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside | F |
| I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile | O |
| Through the swung half door of the kitchen I saw him | X |
| limpsy and weak | Y |
| And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured | Z |
| him | X |
| And brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and | A2 |
| bruis'd feet | W |
| And gave him a room that enter'd from my own and gave | B2 |
| him some coarse clean clothes | C2 |
| And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his | D2 |
| awkwardness | E2 |
| And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and | A2 |
| ankles | F2 |
| He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and | A2 |
| pass'd north | G2 |
| I had him sit next me at table my fire lock lean'd in the | G |
| corner | L |
Walt Whitman
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