The Wooing Of The Southland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HEHE CICI JEJE KEKE EHEH ELEL JGJG| ALASKAN BALLAD | A |
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| The Northland reared his hoary head | B |
| And spied the Southland leagues away | C |
| Fairest of all fair brides he said | B |
| Be thou my bride I pray | C |
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| Whereat the Southland laughed and cried | D |
| I'll bide beside my native sea | E |
| And I shall never be thy bride | D |
| Till thou com'st wooing me | E |
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| The Northland's heart was a heart of ice | F |
| A diamond glacier mountain high | G |
| Oh love is sweet at any price | F |
| As well know you and I | G |
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| So gayly the Northland took his heart | H |
| And cast it in the wailing sea | E |
| Go thou with all thy cunning art | H |
| And woo my bride for me | E |
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| For many a night and for many a day | C |
| And over the leagues that rolled between | I |
| The true heart messenger sped away | C |
| To woo the Southland queen | I |
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| But the sea wailed loud and the sea wailed long | J |
| While ever the Northland cried in glee | E |
| Oh thou shalt sing us our bridal song | J |
| When comes my bride O sea | E |
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| At the foot of the Southland's golden throne | K |
| The heart of the Northland ever throbs | E |
| For that true heart speaks in the waves that moan | K |
| The songs that it sings are sobs | E |
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| Ever the Southland spurns the cries | E |
| Of the messenger pleading the Northland's part | H |
| The summer shines in the Southland's eyes | E |
| The winter bides in her heart | H |
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| And ever unto that far off place | E |
| Which love doth render a hallowed spot | L |
| The Northland turneth his honest face | E |
| And wonders she cometh not | L |
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| The sea wails loud and the sea wails long | J |
| As the ages of waiting drift slowly by | G |
| But the sea shall sing no bridal song | J |
| As well know you and I | G |
Eugene Field
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