Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDCCDCECFGCHICCJK CLCMCNOLCPQRPSTSUHVW WRXYZA2

YEAR of meteors brooding yearA
I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signsB
I would sing your contest for the th PresidentiadC
I would sing how an old man tall with white hair mounted theD
scaffold in VirginiaD
I was at hand silent I stood with teeth shut close I watch'dC
I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent butC
trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted theD
scaffoldC
I would sing in my copious song your census returns of The StatesE
The tables of population and products I would sing of your ships andC
their cargoesF
The proud black ships of Manhattan arriving some fill'd withG
immigrants some from the isthmus with cargoes of goldC
Songs thereof would I sing to all that hitherward comes would IH
welcome giveI
And you would I sing fair stripling welcome to you from me sweetC
boy of EnglandC
Remember you surging Manhattan's crowds as you pass'd with yourJ
cortege of noblesK
There in the crowds stood I and singled you out with attachmentC
I know not why but I loved you and so go forth little songL
Far over sea speed like an arrow carrying my love all foldedC
And find in his palace the youth I love and drop these lines at hisM
feetC
Nor forget I to sing of the wonder the ship as she swam up my bayN
Well shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay she wasO
feet longL
Her moving swiftly surrounded by myriads of small craft I forgetC
not to singP
Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring inQ
heavenR
Nor the strange huge meteor procession dazzling and clear shootingP
over our headsS
A moment a moment long it sail'd its balls of unearthly light overT
our headsS
Then departed dropt in the night and was goneU
Of such and fitful as they I sing with gleams from them would IH
gleam and patch these chantsV
Your chants O year all mottled with evil and good year ofW
forebodings year of the youth I loveW
Year of comets and meteors transient and strange lo even here oneR
equally transient and strangeX
As I flit through you hastily soon to fall and be gone what is thisY
bookZ
What am I myself but one of your meteorsA2

Walt Whitman



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