Poet Elizabeth Stoddard

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Zanthon'my Friend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDDFDGHIJKDKLKDM DNDODPDKQDDQRKKNDDKD KSKTMKDSKUKVDWPDDQD

I knight at arms in my own forest lostA
Count of the empire heir to crags and cavesB
And brother to the eagle and the foxC
The music of the thunder and the windD
Among the arches of the oaks may choirE
A requiem for my passing soul But histD
A footstep in the leaves some poaching hindD
Or gypsy trapping game Hola holaF
Perhaps the kobolds are abroad to nightD
Zanthon knows well these mountain folk enticeG
The woods divide dawn breaks I see the vergeH
Bathony's stronghold on the Polish plainsI
Should top the wilderness were Zanthon hereJ
To boast his prowess in our hunting boutsK
I would not cuff nor flout him could we sightD
In the old way with fanfaron the boarsK
On the old battlements our ancient badgeL
That lie to Zanthon on the Volga's banksK
When Amine sent the wild rose by his handD
Was Satan's wile I played the Cossack wellM
With shame my mustache bristled when I saidD
Troopers must forage where the grain is grownN
I share my kopecks with the village priestD
Who winnows peccadillos by the sheafO
Then Zanthon laughing in his foxy beardD
When Amine meets me in the plane tree walkP
Where pairing little finches seek to buildD
We saw the cuckoo thieve their nests when boysK
Shall I then tell her in my peasant wayQ
Your broken promise and her troth deniedD
And he was gone gone with the stud he boughtD
From Schamyl's son up by Caucasus wayQ
Leaving me solitude to reason withR
Around me then an odor swept the roseK
It plagued my nostrils day and night in gustsK
It blew but one way only towards AmineN
At cards it smote me in the saddle puffedD
Through my tent walls at night its withered blastD
Pierced and changed me in my wavering dreamsK
What spell was this by love or friendship sentD
Across the steppes I followed Zanthon closeK
He might have heard the whinny of my mareS
Verst after verst the measure of her hoofsK
Beat out a rhythm like a cackling laughT
But on the frontier my poor Sesma fellM
I heard the ravens croaking from the hillsK
The sun has burned away the valley's mistD
And in the silent tranquil morning airS
A mirage rises of my ruined wallsK
Gold colored crystal edged the banners flashU
The rooks are stringing for the old beech copseK
This gully crossed the bridge that spans the streamV
But halte la my heart crowds up my breastD
For this is Poland Mother of my SoulW
Quoth Zanthon watching in the plane tree walkP
My fine Bathony comes to join the feastD
And raise the conopeum for my brideD
I pay the kopecks to the priest to dayQ
But Amine in his sheaf will not be boundD

Elizabeth Stoddard



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