What the Bullet sang

Read 'What the Bullet sang' by 'Bret Harte' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

What the Bullet sang by Bret Harte

 O JOY of creation, 
 To be! 
O rapture, to fly 
 And be free! 
Be the battle lost or won, 
Though its smoke shall hide the sun, 
I shall find my love--the one 
 Born for me! 

I shall know him where he stands 
 All alone, 
With the power in his hands 
 Not o'erthrown; 
I shall know him by his face, 
By his godlike front and grace; 
I shall hold him for a space 
 All my own! 

It is he--O my love! 
 So bold! 
It is I--all thy love 
 Foretold! 
It is I--O love, what bliss! 
Dost thou answer to my kiss? 
O sweetheart! what is this 
 Lieth there so cold?

Form: Dramatic Monologue

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