Song Of The Exposition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFF GGH IJJJJICIJIK JII BIJJA IJGI ILCMCC JCJICJJIJJJNEOAPOJIB NIFF JNJIIQR FEGAICLISITACITJTC JTOJU TITVV ACTGT JJAJAWI ITIA JTGJ JIXTC ATT ITI YLTZTTJIJTIGJJTT A2| AFTER all not to create only or found only | A |
| But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded | B |
| To give it our own identity average limitless free | A |
| To fill the gross the torpid bulk with vital religious fire | C |
| Not to repel or destroy so much as accept fuse rehabilitate | D |
| To obey as well as command to follow more than to lead | E |
| These also are the lessons of our New World | F |
| While how little the New after all how much the Old Old World | F |
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| Long long long has the grass been growing | G |
| Long and long has the rain been falling | G |
| Long has the globe been rolling round | H |
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| Come Muse migrate from Greece and Ionia | I |
| Cross out please those immensely overpaid accounts | J |
| That matter of Troy and Achilles' wrath and Eneas' Odysseus' | J |
| wanderings | J |
| Placard Removed and To Let on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus | J |
| Repeat at Jerusalem place the notice high on Jaffa's gate and on | I |
| Mount Moriah | C |
| The same on the walls of your Gothic European Cathedrals and German | I |
| French and Spanish Castles | J |
| For know a better fresher busier sphere a wide untried domain | I |
| awaits demands you | K |
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| Responsive to our summons | J |
| Or rather to her long nurs'd inclination | I |
| Join'd with an irresistible natural gravitation | I |
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| She comes this famous Female as was indeed to be expected | B |
| For who so ever youthful 'cute and handsome would wish to stay in | I |
| mansions such as those | J |
| When offer'd quarters with all the modern improvements | J |
| With all the fun that 's going and all the best society | A |
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| She comes I hear the rustling of her gown | I |
| I scent the odor of her breath's delicious fragrance | J |
| I mark her step divine her curious eyes a turning rolling | G |
| Upon this very scene | I |
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| The Dame of Dames can I believe then | I |
| Those ancient temples classic and castles strong and feudalistic | L |
| could none of them restrain her | C |
| Nor shades of Virgil and Dante nor myriad memories poems old | M |
| associations magnetize and hold on to her | C |
| But that she 's left them all and here | C |
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| Yes if you will allow me to say so | J |
| I my friends if you do not can plainly see Her | C |
| The same Undying Soul of Earth's activity's beauty's heroism's | J |
| Expression | I |
| Out from her evolutions hither come submerged the strata of her | C |
| former themes | J |
| Hidden and cover'd by to day's foundation of to day's | J |
| Ended deceas'd through time her voice by Castaly's fountain | I |
| Silent through time the broken lipp'd Sphynx in Egypt silent those | J |
| century baffling tombs | J |
| Closed for aye the epics of Asia's Europe's helmeted warriors | J |
| Calliope's call for ever closed Clio Melpomene Thalia closed and | N |
| dead | E |
| Seal'd the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana ended the quest of the | O |
| Holy Graal | A |
| Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind extinct | P |
| The Crusaders' streams of shadowy midnight troops sped with the | O |
| sunrise | J |
| Amadis Tancred utterly gone Charlemagne Roland Oliver gone | I |
| Palmerin ogre departed vanish'd the turrets that Usk reflected | B |
| Arthur vanish'd with all his knights Merlin and Lancelot and | N |
| Galahad all gone dissolv'd utterly like an exhalation | I |
| Pass'd pass'd for us for ever pass'd that once so mighty World | F |
| now void inanimate phantom World | F |
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| Embroider'd dazzling World with all its gorgeous legends myths | J |
| Its kings and barons proud its priests and warlike lords and | N |
| courtly dames | J |
| Pass'd to its charnel vault laid on the shelf coffin'd with Crown | I |
| and Armor on | I |
| Blazon'd with Shakspeare's purple page | Q |
| And dirged by Tennyson's sweet sad rhyme | R |
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| I say I see my friends if you do not the Animus of all that World | F |
| Escaped bequeath'd vital fugacious as ever leaving those dead | E |
| remains and now this spot approaching filling | G |
| And I can hear what maybe you do not a terrible aesthetical | A |
| commotion | I |
| With howling desperate gulp of flower and bower | C |
| With Sonnet to Matilda's Eyebrow quite quite frantic | L |
| With gushing sentimental reading circles turn'd to ice or stone | I |
| With many a squeak in metre choice from Boston New York | S |
| Philadelphia London | I |
| As she the illustrious Emigr having it is true in her day | T |
| although the same changed journey'd considerable | A |
| Making directly for this rendezvous vigorously clearing a path for | C |
| herself striding through the confusion | I |
| By thud of machinery and shrill steam whistle undismay'd | T |
| Bluff'd not a bit by drain pipe gasometers artificial fertilizers | J |
| Smiling and pleased with palpable intent to stay | T |
| She 's here install'd amid the kitchen ware | C |
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| But hold don't I forget my manners | J |
| To introduce the Stranger what else indeed have I come for to | T |
| thee Columbia | O |
| In Liberty's name welcome Immortal clasp hands | J |
| And ever henceforth Sisters dear be both | U |
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| Fear not O Muse truly new ways and days receive surround you | T |
| I candidly confess a queer queer race of novel fashion | I |
| And yet the same old human race the same within without | T |
| Faces and hearts the same feelings the same yearnings the same | V |
| The same old love beauty and use the same | V |
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| We do not blame thee Elder World nor separate ourselves from thee | A |
| Would the Son separate himself from the Father | C |
| Looking back on thee seeing thee to thy duties grandeurs through | T |
| past ages bending building | G |
| We build to ours to day | T |
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| Mightier than Egypt's tombs | J |
| Fairer than Grecia's Roma's temples | J |
| Prouder than Milan's statued spired Cathedral | A |
| More picturesque than Rhenish castle keeps | J |
| We plan even now to raise beyond them all | A |
| Thy great Cathedral sacred Industry no tomb | W |
| A Keep for life for practical Invention | I |
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| As in a waking vision | I |
| E'en while I chant I see it rise I scan and prophesy outside and | T |
| in | I |
| Its manifold ensemble | A |
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| Around a Palace | J |
| Loftier fairer ampler than any yet | T |
| Earth's modern Wonder History's Seven outstripping | G |
| High rising tier on tier with glass and iron fa ades | J |
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| Gladdening the sun and sky enhued in cheerfulest hues | J |
| Bronze lilac robin's egg marine and crimson | I |
| Over whose golden roof shall flaunt beneath thy banner Freedom | X |
| The banners of The States the flags of every land | T |
| A brood of lofty fair but lesser Palaces shall cluster | C |
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| Somewhere within the walls of all | A |
| Shall all that forwards perfect human life be started | T |
| Tried taught advanced visibly exhibited | T |
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| Here shall you trace in flowing operation | I |
| In every state of practical busy movement | T |
| The rills of Civilization | I |
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| Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by | Y |
| magic | L |
| The cotton shall be pick'd almost in the very field | T |
| Shall be dried clean'd ginn'd baled spun into thread and cloth | Z |
| before you | T |
| You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new | T |
| ones | J |
| You shall see the various grains and how flour is made and then | I |
| bread baked by the bakers | J |
| You shall see the crude ores of California and Nevada passing on and | T |
| on till they become bullion | I |
| You shall watch how the printer sets type and learn what a composing | G |
| stick is | J |
| You shall mark in amazement the Hoe press whirling its cylinders | J |
| shedding the printed leaves steady and fast | T |
| The photograph model watch pin nail shall be created before you | T |
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| In large calm halls a stately Museum shall teac | A2 |
Walt Whitman
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