Between The Rapids Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEE FGHGIJIJKK LMLMNONOPP DQRQFSHSTT BUBUVDVDWW XDXDYOYORD ZWZWVEVEDD

The point is turned the twilight shadow fillsA
The wheeling stream the soft receding shoreB
And on our ears from deep among the hillsA
Breaks now the rapid's sudden quickening roarB
Ah yet the same or have they changed their faceC
The fair green fields and can it still be seenD
The white log cottage near the mountain's baseC
So bright and quiet so home like and sereneD
Ah well I question for as five years goE
How many blessings fall and how much woeE
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Aye there they are nor have they changed their cheerF
The fields the hut the leafy mountain browsG
Across the lonely dusk again I hearH
The loitering bells the lowing of the cowsG
The bleat of many sheep the stilly rushI
Of the low whispering river and through allJ
Soft human tongues that break the deepening hushI
With faint heard song or desultory callJ
Oh comrades hold the longest reach is pastK
The stream runs swift and we are flying fastK
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The shore the fields the cottage just the sameL
But how with them whose memory makes them sweetM
Oh if I called them hailing name by nameL
Would the same lifts the same old shouts repeatM
Have the rough years so big with death and illN
Gone lightly by and left them smiling yetO
Wild black eyed Jeanne whose tongue was never stillN
Old wrinkled Picaud Pierre and pale LisetteO
The homely hearts that never cared to rangeP
While life's wide fields were filled with rush and changeP
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And where is Jacques and where is VerginieD
I cannot tell the fields are all a blurQ
The lowing cows whose shapes I scarcely seeR
Oh do they wait and do they call for herQ
And is she changed or is her heart still clearF
As wind or morning light as river foamS
Or have life's changes borne her far from hereH
And far from rest and far from help and homeS
Ah comrades soft and let us rest awhileT
For arms grow tired with paddling many a mileT
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The woods grow wild and from the rising shoreB
The cool wind creeps the faint wood odours stealU
Like ghosts down the rivers blackening floorB
The misty fumes begin to creep and reelU
Once more I leave you wandering toward the nightV
Sweet home sweet heart that would have held me inD
Whither I go I know not and the lightV
Is faint before and rest is hard to winD
Ah sweet ye were and near to heaven's gateW
But youth is blind and wisdom comes too lateW
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Blacker and loftier grow the woods and harkX
The freshening roar The chute is near us nowD
And dim the canyon grows and inky darkX
The water whispering from the birchen prowD
One long last look and many a sad adieuY
While eyes can see and heart can feel you yetO
I leave sweet home and sweeter hearts to youY
A prayer for Picaud one for pale LisetteO
A kiss for Pierre my little Jacques and theeR
A sigh for Jeanne a sob for VerginieD
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Oh does she still remember Is the dreamZ
Now dead or has she found another mateW
So near so dear and ah so swift the streamZ
Even now perhaps it were not yet too lateW
But oh what matter for before the nightV
Has reached its middle we have far to goE
Bend to your paddles comrades see the lightV
Ebbs off apace we must not linger soE
Aye thus it is Heaven gleams and then is goneD
Once twice it smiles and still we wander onD

Archibald Lampman



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