The Quill Worker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGDD HHIJKKDD| Plains plains and the prairie land which the sunlight floods and fills | A |
| To the north the open country southward the Cyprus Hills | A |
| Never a bit of woodland never a rill that flows | B |
| Only a stretch of cactus beds and the wild sweet prairie rose | B |
| Never a habitation save where in the far south west | C |
| A solitary tepee lifts its solitary crest | C |
| Where Neykia in the doorway crouched in the red sunshine | D |
| Broiders her buckskin mantle with the quills of the porcupine | D |
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| Neykia the Sioux chief's daughter she with the foot that flies | E |
| She with the hair of midnight and the wondrous midnight eyes | E |
| She with the deft brown fingers she with the soft slow smile | F |
| She with the voice of velvet and the thoughts that dream the while | F |
| Whence come the vague to morrows Where do the yesters fly | G |
| What is beyond the border of the prairie and the sky | G |
| Does the maid in the Land of Morning sit in the red sunshine | D |
| Broidering her buckskin mantle with the quills of the porcupine | D |
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| So Neykia in the westland wonders and works away | H |
| Far from the fret and folly of the Land of Waking Day | H |
| And many the pale faced trader who stops at the tepee door | I |
| For a smile from the sweet shy worker and a sigh when the hour is o'er | J |
| For they know of a young red hunter who oftentimes has stayed | K |
| To rest and smoke with her father tho' his eyes were on the maid | K |
| And the moons will not be many ere she in the red sunshine | D |
| Will broider his buckskin mantle with the quills of the porcupine | D |
Emily Pauline Johnson
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