Wahonomin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGHIJ KLMNO CPQKR STRUV WXYZC A2XPAB2 C2D2E2F2B FCG2H2I2 WJ2K2DL2 M2D2N2O2I2 P2Q2R2S2G2 UT2A2U2C V2W2O2LX2 Y2Z2A3B3B2 C3C2D3E3F3 A3U2JTG3 H3CV2M2I3 QCJ3Z2K3 CA3L3M3V2 N3H2O3P3Q3 R3S3L2M2T3 U3V3C2WC2 LW3C2LW3 C2X3G2WM3 Y3Z3A4C2O2 B4C4C3D4E2 J2C3E4F4S3 B2JY2G4M2 H4M2UU2C J3G4I4J4E4 W2K4R2X3L4 M4CH4N4C2 O4P4YN4C2GREAT mother from the depths of forest wilds | A |
From mountain pass and burning sunset plain | B |
We thine unlettered children of the woods | C |
Upraise to thee the everlasting hymn | D |
Of nature language of the skies and seas | E |
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Voice of the birds and sighing of the pine | F |
In wintry wastes We know none other tongue | G |
Nor the smooth speech that like the shining leaves | H |
Hides the rough stems beneath We bring our song | I |
Wood fragrant rough yet autumn streaked with love | J |
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And lay it as a tribute at thy feet | K |
But should it vex thee thus to hear us sing | L |
Sad in the universal joy that crowns | M |
This year of years and shouldst thou deem our voice | N |
But death cry of the ages that are past | O |
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Bear with us say My children of the woods | C |
In language learnt from bird and wood and stream | P |
From changing moons and stars and misty lakes | Q |
Pour forth their love and lay it at my feet | K |
The voice is wild and strange untuned to ear | R |
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Of majesty ill timed to fevered pulse | S |
Of this young age and meteor souls that flash | T |
New paths upon night's dome yet will I hear | R |
This singing of my children ere they die | U |
Great mother thou art wise they say and good | V |
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And reignest like the moon in autumn skies | W |
The world about thy feet We have not seen | X |
Thy face nor the wild seas of life that surge | Y |
Around thy throne but we have stood by falls | Z |
Deep shadowed in the silence of the woods | C |
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And heard the water thunders and have said | A2 |
Thus is the voice of men about our Queen | X |
What is the red man but the forest stream | P |
The cry of screech owl in the desert wilds | A |
This flood that overflows the hills and plains | B2 |
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Is not for us Back Westward Northward ay | C2 |
Up to eternal winter 'neath the stars | D2 |
Our path must be in silence till the snows | E2 |
And sun and wind have bleached our children's bones | F2 |
The red must go the axe and plough and plane | B |
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Are not for him We perish with the pine | F |
We vanish in the silence of the woods | C |
Our footsteps like the war trail in the snow | G2 |
Grow fainter while the new spring buds with life | H2 |
Great mother the white faces came with words | I2 |
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Of love and hope and pointed to the skies | W |
And in the sunrise splendour set the throne | J2 |
Of the Great Spirit and upon the cross | K2 |
Showed us His Son and asked a throne for Him | D |
Their speech was music but in camp at night | L2 |
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We brooded o'er the matter round the fire | M2 |
The shadowy pines about us and the stars | D2 |
Set in the silent heavens looking down | N2 |
We brooded o'er the matter days and years | O2 |
For thus each thought and thus each spake in words | I2 |
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We children of the woods have lived and died | P2 |
In these our forests since the first moon tipped | Q2 |
Their thousand lakes and rivers with her beams | R2 |
Pale silver in the fading sky of even | S2 |
Our fathers' faces kindled in the glow | G2 |
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Of setting suns they read the starlit sky | U |
They heard the Spirit's breathing on the storm | T2 |
And on the quaking earth they felt His tread | A2 |
But never yet the story of His Son | U2 |
Was wafted to them from the sighing woods | C |
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Or bird or stream Our fathers' God is ours | V2 |
And as for these new words we watch and wait | W2 |
Great mother we have waited days and years | O2 |
Thro' spring and summer summer autumn spring | L |
Brooding in silence for anon we dreamed | X2 |
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A bird's voice in our hearts half sung 'Tis true | Y2 |
We listened and we watched the pale face come | Z2 |
When lo new gods came with them gods of iron | A3 |
And fire that shook the forests as they rushed | B3 |
Filling with thunder and loud screeching plains | B2 |
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Mountains and woods and dimming with their breath | C3 |
The shining skies These new gods who were they | C2 |
That came devouring all and blackening earth | D3 |
And sky with smoke and thunder We knew not | E3 |
But fled in terror further from the face | F3 |
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Of these white children and their gods of iron | A3 |
We heard no more their story of the Son | U2 |
And words of love Their own lives were not love | J |
But war concealed and fire beneath the ash | T |
Thus ever now the burden of our speech | G3 |
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We perish with the pine tree and the bird | H3 |
We vanish in the silence of the woods | C |
The white man's hunting ground it is not ours | V2 |
We care not for his gods of iron and fire | M2 |
Our home is in the trackless wilds the depths | I3 |
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Of mountain solitudes by starlit lakes | Q |
By noise of waters in the unchanging woods | C |
Great mother we have wondered that thy sons | J3 |
Thy pale sons should have left thy side and come | Z2 |
To these wild plains and sought the haunts of bears | K3 |
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And red men Why their battle with the woods | C |
Whither they go upon their gods of iron | A3 |
Out of the golden sunrise to the mists | L3 |
Of purple evening in the setting west | M3 |
Their lives have scarce as many moons as ours | V2 |
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Nor happier are We know not what they seek | N3 |
For death's cold finger chills their fevered life | H2 |
As in the wilds he stills the meanest worm | O3 |
And death flies with them over all their paths | P3 |
And waits them in the heart of wildest waste | Q3 |
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They cannot break his power Forgive these thoughts | R3 |
If as they rise like mists they dim the gold | S3 |
That zones thy brow They came to us at night | L2 |
As we have sat in council round the fire | M2 |
They seemed the echo of the sighing pines | T3 |
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Far in our soul One evening rose a chief | U3 |
White headed bowed with years one hand on staff | V3 |
One on death's arm preparing for the way | C2 |
My sons he said these people are not wise | W |
We bide our time and they will pass away | C2 |
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Then shall the red man come like bird in spring | L |
And build the broken camp and hunt and fish | W3 |
In his old woods These people pass away | C2 |
Then shall the red man come like bird in spring | L |
And build the broken camp and hunt and fish | W3 |
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In his old woods These people pass away | C2 |
For I have thought through many nights and days | X3 |
And wondered what they seek and now I know | G2 |
And knowing say these people are not wise | W |
They found these plains beneath the burning west | M3 |
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And westward ever westward still they press | Y3 |
Seeking the shining meadows of the land | Z3 |
Where the sun sleeps and folded 'neath his wings | A4 |
The happy spirits breathe eternal day | C2 |
But I have lived thro' five score changing years | O2 |
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And I have talked with wintry headed chiefs | B4 |
And I have heard that kingdom is not reached | C4 |
Thro' woods and plains but by the bridge of death | C3 |
This people is not wise we bide our time | D4 |
Great mother they have told us that the snows | E2 |
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Of fifty winters sleep about thy throne | J2 |
And buds of spring now blossom with sweet breath | C3 |
Beneath thy tread They tell us of the sea | E4 |
And other lands where other children dwell | F4 |
Of mighty cities and the gleam of gold | S3 |
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Of empires wider than the shining plains | B2 |
Viewed from giant hill that lift thy throne above | J |
The clouded mountain tops They tell us too | Y2 |
Of wonders in the home of man of gods | G4 |
Of iron and fire made servants and of fire | M2 |
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Snatched from the clouds to flash man's swiftest thought | H4 |
But these are not for us The forest flower | M2 |
Droops in the haunts of man it needs the sky | U |
And smokeless air and glances of the sun | U2 |
Thro' rustling leaves We perish with the woods | C |
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The plains are all before thee Send thy sons | J3 |
To plant and build and drive their flashing gods | G4 |
Startling the forests till like ocean's bounds | I4 |
Thine empire rolls in splendour from wide east | J4 |
To widest west broad fields of gold for thee | E4 |
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And thy white children but our spirits wait | W2 |
Amid the silent ages and we pass | K4 |
To where our fathers dwell by silent streams | R2 |
And hunt in trackless wilds through cloudless days | X3 |
The wheels of thy great empire as it moves | L4 |
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From east to west from south to icy north | M4 |
Crush us to earth We perish with the woods | C |
Great mother if the changing moons have brought | H4 |
Thee nearer to the darksome bridge that spans | N4 |
The gulf between this and the eternal day | C2 |
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If thy path and thy children's be the same | O4 |
And thy feet follow where thy fathers went | P4 |
Perchance thy soul upon earth's utmost verge | Y |
The eternal sky about thee and the deeps | N4 |
Unfathomable bey | C2 |
Frederick George Scott
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