4. Asyndenton: "from the pleasures, profits, conformities"

5. Personification: "Which too long I was offering to feed my Soul"

6. Euphemism: 'Escaped from the life that exhibits itself"

All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the 
branches;

Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous 
leaves of dark green,

And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think 
of myself;

But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, 
standing alone there, without its friend, its 
lover near—for I knew I could not;

And I broke off a twig with a certain number of 
leaves upon it, and twined around it a little 
moss,

And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in 
my room;

It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear 
friends,

(For I believe lately I think of little else than of 
them;)

Yet it remains to me a curious token—it makes me 
think of manly love;

—For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there 
in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space,

Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a 
lover, near,

I know very well I could not.

rom all the standards hitherto publish'd—from the 
pleasures, profits, conformities,

Which too long I was offering to feed my Soul;

Clear to me, now, standards not yet publish'd—clear 
to me that my Soul,

That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices 
in comrades;

Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world,

Tallying and talk'd to here by tongues aromatic,

No longer abash'd—for in this secluded spot I can 
respond as I would not dare elsewhere,

Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, 
yet contains all the rest,

Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly 
attachment,

Projecting them along that substantial life,

Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,

Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-
first year,

I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades.

from all the standards hitherto publish'd—from the 
pleasures, profits, conformities,

Which too long I was offering to feed my Soul" (Whitman, lines 4-6). whitman also rejoices in himself and is proud of who he is, "Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-
first year, I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades" he wanted to share his vies and spread them upon others, once again a trait of a strong transcendentalist (Whitman, Lines 21-25).

And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in 
my room;

It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear 
friends,

(For I believe lately I think of little else than of 
them;)

Yet it remains to me a curious token—it makes me 
think of manly love

5.) Imagery - Lines 2-6:  the moss hung down from the 
branches;

Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous 
leaves of dark green,

And its look, rude, unbending, lusty

6.) Repetition - Lines 4, 8, 24: ttering joyous 
leaves