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An Ode In Time Of Hesitation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Before the solemn bronze Saint Gaudens made	B
To thrill the heedless passer's heart with awe	C
And set here in the city's talk and trade	B
To the good memory of Robert Shaw	D
This bright March morn I stand	E
And hear the distant spring come up the land	E
Knowing that what I hear is not unheard	F
Of this boy soldier and his Negro band	E
For all their gaze is fixed so stern ahead	G
For all the fatal rhythm of their tread	G
The land they died to save from death and shame	H
Trembles and waits hearing the spring's great name	H
And by her pangs these resolute ghosts are stirred	F
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II	A
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Through street and mall the tides of people go	I
Heedless the trees upon the Common show	I
No hint of green but to my listening heart	J
The still earth doth impart	J
Assurance of her jubilant emprise	K
And it is clear to my long searching eyes	K
That love at last has might upon the skies	K
The ice is runneled on the little pond	L
A telltale patter drips from off the trees	M
The air is touched with Southland spiceries	M
As if but yesterday it tossed the frond	L
Of pendant mosses where the live oaks grow	I
Beyond Virginia and the Carolines	M
Or had its will among the fruits and vines	M
Of aromatic isles asleep beyond	L
Florida and the Gulf of Mexico	I
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III	A
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Soon shall the Cape Ann children shout in glee	N
Spying the arbutus spring's dear recluse	M
Hill lads at dawn shall hearken the wild goose	M
Go honking northward over Tennessee	N
West from Oswego to Sault Sainte Marie	N
And on to where the Pictured Rocks are hung	O
And yonder where gigantic wilful young	O
Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates	M
With restless violent hands and casual tongue	O
Moulding her mighty fates	M
The Lakes shall robe them in ethereal sheen	P
And like a larger sea the vital green	P
Of springing wheat shall vastly be outflung	O
Over Dakota and the prairie states	M
By desert people immemorial	Q
On Arizonan mesas shall be done	R
Dim rites unto the thunder and the sun	R
Nor shall the primal gods lack sacrifice	M
More splendid when the white Sierras call	S
Unto the Rockies straightway to arise	M
And dance before the unveiled ark of the year	T
Sounding their windy cedars as for shawms	M
Unrolling rivers clear	T
For flutter of broad phylacteries	M
While Shasta signals to Alaskan seas	M
That watch old sluggish glaciers downward creep	U
To fling their icebergs thundering from the steep	U
And Mariposa through the purple calms	M
Gazes at far Hawaii crowned with palms	M
Where East and West are met	V
A rich seal on the ocean's bosom set	V
To say that East and West are twain	W
With different loss and gain	W
The Lord hath sundered them let them be sundered yet	V
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IV	-
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Alas what sounds are these that come	X
Sullenly over the Pacific seas	M
Sounds of ignoble battle striking dumb	X
The season's half awakened ecstasies	M
Must I be humble then	Y
Now when my heart hath need of pride	Z
Wild love falls on me from these sculptured men	Y
By loving much the land for which they died	Z
I would be justified	Z
My spirit was away on pinions wide	Z
To soothe in praise of her its passionate mood	A2
And ease it of its ache of gratitude	A2
Too sorely heavy is the debt they lay	B2
On me and the companions of my day	B2
I would remember now	C2
My country's goodliness make sweet her name	H
Alas what shade art thou	C2
Of sorrow or of blame	H
Liftest the lyric leafage from her brow	C2
And pointest a slow finger at her shame	H
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V	-
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Lies lies It cannot be The wars we wage	D2
Are noble and our battles still are won	R
By justice for us ere we lift the gage	D2
We have not sold our loftiest heritage	E2
The proud republic hath not stooped to cheat	F2
And scramble in the market place of war	G2
Her forehead weareth yet its solemn star	H2
Here is her witness this her perfect son	R
This delicate and proud New England soul	I2
Who leads despis egrave d men with just unshackled feet	F2
Up the large ways where death and glory meet	F2
To show all peoples that our shame is done	R
That once more we are clean and spirit whole	I2
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VI	-
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Crouched in the sea fog on the moaning sand	E
All night he lay speaking some simple word	F
From hour to hour to the slow minds that heard	F
Holding each poor life gently in his hand	E
And breathing on the base rejected clay	B2
Till each dark face shone mystical and grand	E
Against the breaking day	B2
And lo the shard the potter cast away	B2
Was grown a fiery chalice crystal fine	J2
Fulfilled of the divine	J2
Great wine of battle wrath by God's ring finger stirred	F
Then upward where the shadowy bastion loomed	K2
Huge on the mountain in the wet sea light	L2
Whence now and now infernal flowerage bloomed	K2
Bloomed burst and scattered down its deadly seed	M2
They swept and died like freemen on the height	L2
Like freemen and like men of noble breed	M2
And when the battle fell away at night	L2
By hasty and contemptuous hands were thrust	N2
Obscurely in a common grave with him	O2
The fair haired keeper of their love and trust	N2
Now limb doth mingle with dissolv egrave d limb	O2
In nature's busy old democracy	-
To flush the mountain laurel when she blows	M
Sweet by the Southern sea	-
And heart with crumbled heart climbs in the rose	M
The untaught hearts with the high heart that knew	P2
This mountain fortress for no earthly hold	Q2
Of temporal quarrel but the bastion old	Q2
Of spiritual wrong	O
Built by an unjust nation sheer and strong	O
Expugnable but by a nation's rue	P2
And bowing down before that equal shrine	J2
By all men held divine	J2
Whereof his band and he were the most holy sign	J2
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VII	-
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O bitter bitter shade	B
Wilt thou not put the scorn	R2
And instant tragic question from thine eye	-
Do thy dark brows yet crave	-
That swift and angry stave	-
Unmeet for this desirous morn	R2
That I have striven striven to evade	B
Gazing on him must I not deem they err	S2
Whose careless lips in street and shop aver	T2
As common tidings deeds to make his cheek	O
Flush from the bronze and his dead throat to speak	O
Surely some elder singer would arise	M
Whose harp hath leave to threaten and to mourn	R2
Above this people when they go astray	B2
Is Whitman the strong spirit overworn	R2
Has Whittier put his yearning wrath away	B2
I will not and I dare not yet believe	-
Though furtively the sunlight seems to grieve	-
And the spring laden breeze	M
Out of the gladdening west is sinister	T2
With sounds of nameless battle overseas	M
Though when we turn and question in suspense	M
If these things be indeed after these ways	M
And what things are to follow after these	M
Our fluent men of place and consequence	M
Fumble and fill their mouths with hollow phrase	M
Or for the end all of deep arguments	M
Intone their dull commercial liturgies	M
I dare not yet believe My ears are shut	U2
I will not hear the thin satiric praise	M
And muffled laughter of our enemies	M
Bidding us never sheathe our valiant sword	V2
Till we have changed our birthright for a gourd	V2
Of wild pulse stolen from a barbarian's hut	U2
Showing how wise it is to cast away	B2
The symbols of our spiritual sway	B2
That so our hands with better ease	M
May wield the driver's whip and grasp the jailer's keys	M
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VIII	-
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Was it for this our fathers kept the law	D
This crown shall crown their struggle and their ruth	W2
Are we the eagle nation Milton saw	D
Mewing its mighty youth	W2
Soon to possess the mountain winds of truth	W2
And be a swift familiar of the sun	R2
Where aye before God's face his trumpets run	R2
Or have we but the talons and the maw	D
And for the abject likeness of our heart	J
Shall some less lordly bird be set apart	J
Some gross billed wader where the swamps are fat	X2
Some gorger in the sun Some prowler with the bat	X2
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IX	D
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Ah no	R2
We have not fallen so	R2
We are our fathers' sons let those who lead us know	R2
'T was only yesterday sick Cuba's cry	-
Came up the tropic wind Now help us for we die	-
Then Alabama heard	F
And rising pale to Maine and Idaho	R2
Shouted a burning word	F
Proud state with proud impassioned state conferred	F
And at the lifting of a hand sprang forth	Y2
East west and south and north	Y2
Beautiful armies Oh by the sweet blood and young	O
Shed on the awful hill slope at San Juan	R2
By the unforgotten names of eager boys	D
Who might have tasted girl's love and been stung	O
With the old mystic joys	D
And starry griefs now the spring nights come on	R2
But that the heart of youth is generous	D
We charge you ye who lead us	D
Breathe on their chivalry no hint of stain	R2
Turn not their new world victories to gain	R2
One least leaf plucked for chaffer from the bays	D
Of their dear praise	D
One jot of their pure conquest put to hire	T2
The implacable republic will require	T2
With clamor in the glare and gaze of noon	R2
Or subtly coming as a thief at night	L2
But surely very surely slow or soon	R2
That insult deep we deeply will requite	L2
Tempt not our weakness our cupidity	L2
For save we let the island men go free	L2
Those baffled and dislaureled ghosts	D
Will curse us from the lamentable coasts	D
Where walk the frustrate dead	L2
The cup of trembling shall be drain egrave d quite	L2
Eaten the sour bread of astonishment	L2
With ashes of the hearth shall be made white	L2
Our hair and wailing shall be in the tent	L2
Then on your guiltier head	L2
Shall our intolerable self disdain	R2
Wreak suddenly its anger and its pain	R2
For manifest in that disastrous light	L2
We shall discern the right	L2
And do it tardily O ye who lead	L2
Take heed	L2
Blindness we may forgive but baseness we will smite	L2