The Wound Dresser Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGBHIJKL DMNOPQR STUVW XYZA2B2C2D2E2F2 G2H2B2I2I2 J2K2ZL2M2D UN2GO2P2 Q2R2D A2S2E2 T2CU2 SV2UW2X2N2Y2| A | |
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| AN old man bending I come among new faces | B |
| Years looking backward resuming in answer to children | C |
| Come tell us old man as from young men and maidens that love me | D |
| Arous'd and angry I'd thought to beat the alarum and urge relentless war | E |
| but soon my fingers fail'd me my face droop'd and I resign'd myself | F |
| To sit by the wounded and soothe them or silently watch the dead | G |
| Years hence of these scenes of these furious passions these chances | B |
| Of unsurpass d heroes was one side so brave the other was equally brave | H |
| Now be witness again paint the mightiest armies of earth | I |
| Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us | J |
| What stays with you latest and deepest of curious panics | K |
| Of hard fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains | L |
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| O maidens and young men I love and that love me | D |
| What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls | M |
| Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover d with sweat and dust | N |
| In the nick of time I come plunge in the fight loudly shout in the rush of successful charge | O |
| Enter the captur d works yet lo like a swift running river they fade | P |
| Pass and are gone they fade I dwell not on soldiers perils or soldiers joys | Q |
| Both I remember well many the hardships few the joys yet I was content | R |
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| But in silence in dreams projections | S |
| While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on | T |
| So soon what is over forgotten and waves wash the imprints off the sand | U |
| With hinged knees returning I enter the doors while for you up there | V |
| Whoever you are follow me without noise and be of strong heart | W |
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| Bearing the bandages water and sponge | X |
| Straight and swift to my wounded I go | Y |
| Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in | Z |
| Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground | A2 |
| Or to the rows of the hospital tent or under the roof d hospital | B2 |
| To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return | C2 |
| To each and all one after another I draw near not one do I miss | D2 |
| An attendant follows holding a tray he carries a refuse pail | E2 |
| Soon to be fill d with clotted rags and blood emptied and fill d again | F2 |
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| I onward go I stop | G2 |
| With hinged knees and steady hand to dress wounds | H2 |
| I am firm with each the pangs are sharp yet unavoidable | B2 |
| One turns to me his appealing eyes poor boy I never knew you | I2 |
| Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you if that would save you | I2 |
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| On on I go open doors of time open hospital doors | J2 |
| The crush d head I dress poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away | K2 |
| The neck of the cavalry man with the bullet through and through I examine | Z |
| Hard the breathing rattles quite glazed already the eye yet life struggles hard | L2 |
| Come sweet death be persuaded O beautiful death | M2 |
| In mercy come quickly | D |
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| From the stump of the arm the amputated hand | U |
| I undo the clotted lint remove the slough wash off the matter and blood | N2 |
| Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curv d neck and side falling head | G |
| His eyes are closed his face is pale he dares not look on the bloody stump | O2 |
| And has not yet look d on it | P2 |
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| I dress a wound in the side deep deep | Q2 |
| But a day or two more for see the frame all wasted already and sinking | R2 |
| And the yellow blue countenance see | D |
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| I dress the perforated shoulder the foot with the bullet wound | A2 |
| Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene so sickening so offensive | S2 |
| While the attendant stands behind aside me holding the tray and pail | E2 |
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| I am faithful I do not give out | T2 |
| The fractur d thigh the knee the wound in the abdomen | C |
| These and more I dress with impassive hand yet deep in my breast a fire a burning flame | U2 |
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| Thus in silence in dreams projections | S |
| Returning resuming I thread my way through the hospitals | V2 |
| The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand | U |
| I sit by the restless all the dark night some are so young | W2 |
| Some suffer so much I recall the experience sweet and sad | X2 |
| Many a soldier s loving arms about this neck have cross d and rested | N2 |
| Many a soldier s kiss dwells on these bearded lips | Y2 |
Walt Whitman
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