An Arctic Vision Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFFFAAGGAAHHIIJ JAAKKLLMKAANNDDOOPQ OOJJRRSMJJTTTU UVUUAAWW XXYYZZAAKKKKRR JJMSUU

Where the short legged EsquimauxA
Waddle in the ice and snowB
And the playful Polar bearC
Nips the hunter unawareC
Where by day they track the ermineD
And by night another verminE
Segment of the frigid zoneF
Where the temperature aloneF
Warms on St Elias' coneF
Polar dock where Nature slipsA
From the ways her icy shipsA
Land of fox and deer and sableG
Shore end of our western cableG
Let the news that flying goesA
Thrill through all your Arctic floesA
And reverberate the boastH
From the cliffs off Beechey's coastH
Till the tidings circling roundI
Every bay of Norton SoundI
Throw the vocal tide wave backJ
To the isles of KodiacJ
Let the stately Polar bearsA
Waltz around the pole in pairsA
And the walrus in his gleeK
Bare his tusk of ivoryK
While the bold sea unicornL
Calmly takes an extra hornL
All ye Polar skies reveal yourM
Very rarest of parheliaK
Trip it all ye merry dancersA
In the airiest of LancersA
Slide ye solemn glaciers slideN
One inch farther to the tideN
Nor in rash precipitationD
Upset Tyndall's calculationD
Know you not what fate awaits youO
Or to whom the future mates youO
All ye icebergs make salaamP
You belong to Uncle SamQ
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On the spot where Eugene SueO
Led his wretched Wandering JewO
Stands a form whose features strikeJ
Russ and Esquimaux alikeJ
He it is whom Skalds of oldR
In their Runic rhymes foretoldR
Lean of flank and lank of jawS
See the real Northern ThorM
See the awful Yankee leeringJ
Just across the Straits of BehringJ
On the drifted snow too plainT
Sinks his fresh tobacco stainT
Just beside the deep indenT
Tation of his NumberU
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Leaning on his icy hammerU
Stands the hero of this dramaV
And above the wild duck's clamorU
In his own peculiar grammarU
With its linguistic disguisesA
La the Arctic prologue risesA
Wall I reckon 'tain't so badW
Seein' ez 'twas all they hadW
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True the Springs are rather lateX
And early Falls predominateX
But the ice crop's pretty sureY
And the air is kind o' pureY
'Tain't so very mean a tradeZ
When the land is all surveyedZ
There's a right smart chance for fur chaseA
All along this recent purchaseA
And unless the stories failK
Every fish from cod to whaleK
Rocks too mebbe quartz let's seeK
'Twould be strange if there should beK
Seems I've heerd such stories toldR
Eh why bless us yes it's goldR
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While the blows are falling thickJ
From his California pickJ
You may recognize the ThorM
Of the vision that I sawS
Freed from legendary glamourU
See the real magician's hammerU

Bret Harte



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