Indian Woman's Death-song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E FGHIJKLMNOPQCRS EETT UUVV MMWX UUYY CCJJ ZZJJ A2A2VV| Non je ne puis vivre avec un coeur bris Il faut que je retrouve la joie et que je m'unisse aux esprits libres de l'air | A |
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| Bride of Messina | B |
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| Madame De Stael | C |
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| Let not my child be a girl for very sad is the life of a woman | D |
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| The Prairie | E |
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| DOWN a broad river of the western wilds | F |
| Piercing thick forest glooms a light canoe | G |
| Swept with the current fearful was the speed | H |
| Of the frail bark as by a tempest's wing | I |
| Borne leaf like on to where the mist of spray | J |
| Rose with the cataract's thunder Yet within | K |
| Proudly and dauntlessly and all alone | L |
| Save that a babe lay sleeping at her breast | M |
| A woman stood Upon her Indian brow | N |
| Sat a strange gladness and her dark hair wav'd | O |
| As if triumphantly She press'd her child | P |
| In its bright slumber to her beating heart | Q |
| And lifted her sweet voice that rose awhile | C |
| Above the sound of waters high and clear | R |
| Wafting a wild proud strain her Song of Death | S |
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| Roll swiftly to the Spirit's land thou mighty stream and free | E |
| Father of ancient waters roll and bear our lives with thee | E |
| The weary bird that storms have toss'd would seek the sunshine's calm | T |
| And the deer that hath the arrow's hurt flies to the woods of balm | T |
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| Roll on my warrior's eye hath look'd upon another's face | U |
| And mine hath faded from his soul as fades a moonbeam's trace | U |
| My shadow comes not o'er his path my whisper to his dream | V |
| He flings away the broken reed roll swifter yet thou stream | V |
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| The voice that spoke of other days is hush'd within his breast | M |
| But mine its lonely music haunts and will not let me rest | M |
| It sings a low and mournful song of gladness that is gone | W |
| I cannot live without that light Father of waves roll on | X |
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| Will he not miss the bounding step that met him from the chase | U |
| The heart of love that made his home an ever sunny place | U |
| The hand that spread the hunter's board and deck'd his couch of yore | Y |
| He will not roll dark foaming stream on to the better shore | Y |
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| Some blessed fount amidst the woods of that bright land must flow | C |
| Whose waters from my soul may lave the memory of this wo | C |
| Some gentle wind must whisper there whose breath may waft away | J |
| The burden of the heavy night the sadness of the day | J |
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| And thou my babe tho' born like me for woman's weary lot | Z |
| Smile to that wasting of the heart my own I leave thee not | Z |
| Too bright a thing art thou to pine in aching love away | J |
| Thy mother bears thee far young Fawn from sorrow and decay | J |
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| She bears thee to the glorious bowers where none are heard to weep | A2 |
| And where th' unkind one hath no power again to trouble sleep | A2 |
| And where the soul shall find its youth as wakening from a dream | V |
| One moment and that realm is ours On on dark rolling stream | V |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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