Heyoka Wacipee, The Giant's Dance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The night sun sails in his gold canoe	A
The spirits walk in the realms of air	B
With their glowing faces and flaming hair	B
And the shrill chill winds o'er the prairies blow	C
In the Tee of the Council the Virgins light	D
The Virgin fire for the feast to night	D
For the Sons of Heyoka will celebrate	E
The sacred dance to the giant great	E
The kettle boils on the blazing fire	F
And the flesh is done to the chief's desire	F
With his stoic face to the sacred East	G
He takes his seat at the Giant's Feast	G
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For the feast of Heyoka the braves are dressed	H
With crowns from the bark of the white birch trees	I
And new skin leggins that reach the knees	I
With robes of the bison and swarthy bear	B
And eagle plumes in their coal black hair	B
And marvelous rings in their tawny ears	J
That were pierced with the points of their shining spears	J
To honor Heyoka Wakawa lifts	K
His fuming pipe from the Red stone Quarry	L
The warriors follow The white cloud drifts	K
From the Council lodge to the welkin starry	L
Like a fog at morn on the fir clad hill	M
When the meadows are damp and the winds are still	M
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They dance to the tune of their wild Ha ha	N
A warrior's shout and a raven's caw	O
Circling the pot and the blazing fire	F
To the tom tom's bray and the rude bassoon	P
Round and round to their heart's desire	F
And ever the same wild chant and tune	P
A warrior's shout and a raven's caw	O
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha	N
They crouch they leap and their burning eyes	Q
Flash fierce in the light of the flaming fire	F
As fiercer and fiercer and higher and higher	F
The rude wild notes of their chant arise	Q
They cease they sit and the curling smoke	R
Ascends again from their polished pipes	S
And upward curls from their swarthy lips	T
To the god whose favor their hearts invoke	R
	-
Then tall Wakawa arose and said	U
Brave warriors listen and give due heed	V
Great is Heyoka the magical god	W
He can walk on the air he can float on the flood	X
He's a worker of magic and wonderful wise	Q
He cries when he laughs and he laughs when he cries	Q
He sweats when he's cold and he shivers when hot	Y
And the water is cold in his boiling pot	Y
He hides in the earth and he walks in disguise	Q
But he loves the brave and their sacrifice	Z
We are sons of Heyoka The Giant commands	A2
In the boiling water to thrust our hands	A2
And the warrior that scorneth the foe and fire	F
Heyoka will crown with his heart's desire	F
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They thrust their hands in the boiling pot	Y
They swallow the bison meat steaming hot	Y
Not a wince on their stoical faces bold	B2
For the meat and the water they say are cold	B2
And great is Heyoka and wonderful wise	Q
He floats on the flood and he walks on the skies	Q
And ever appears in a strange disguise	Q
But he loves the brave and their sacrifice	Z
And the warrior that scorneth the foe and fire	F
Heyoka will crown with his heart's desire	F
	-
Proud was the chief of his warriors proud	C2
The sinewy sons of the Giant's race	D2
But the bravest of all was the tall Red Cloud	C2
The eyes of the panther were set in his face	D2
He strode like a stag and he stood like a pine	E2
Ten feathers he wore of the great Wanmdee	C2
With crimsoned quills of the porcupine	E2
His leggins were worked to his brawny knee	L
Blood red were the stripes on his swarthy cheek	F2
And the necklace that girdled his brawny neck	G2
Was the polished claws of the great Mato	C2
He grappled and slew in the northern snow	C2
Proud Red Cloud turned to the braves and said	C2
As he shook the plumes on his haughty head	C2
Ho the warrior that scorneth the foe and fire	F
Heyoka will crown with his heart's desire	F
He snatched from the embers a red hot brand	C2
And held it aloft in his naked hand	C2
He stood like a statue in bronze or stone	H2
Not a muscle moved and the braves looked on	I2
He turned to the chieftain I scorn the fire	F
Ten feathers I wear of the great Wanmdee	C2
Then grant me Wakawa my heart's desire	F
Let the sunlight shine in my lonely tee	C2
I laugh at red death and I laugh at red fire	F
Brave Red Cloud is only afraid of fear	J2
But Wiwaste is fair to his heart and dear	J2
Then grant him Wakawa his heart's desire	F
The warriors applauded with loud Ho Ho	C2
And he flung the brand to the drifting snow	C2
Three times Wakawa puffed forth the smoke	R
From his silent lips then he slowly spoke	R
Mahpiya is strong as the stout armed oak	R
That stands on the bluff by the windy plain	K2
And laughs at the roar of the hurricane	K2
He has slain the foe and the great Mato	C2
With his hissing arrow and deadly stroke	R
My heart is swift but my tongue is slow	C2
Let the warrior come to my lodge and smoke	R
He may bring the gifts but the timid doe	C2
May fly from the hunter and say him no	C2
	-
Wiwaste sat late in the lodge alone	H2
Her dark eyes bent on the glowing fire	F
She heard not the wild winds shrill and moan	H2
She heard not the tall elms toss and groan	H2
Her face was lit like the harvest moon	P
For her thoughts flew far to her heart's desire	F
Far away in the land of the Hohe dwelt	C2
The warrior she held in her secret heart	C2
But little he dreamed of the pain she felt	C2
For she hid her love with a maiden's art	C2
Not a tear she shed not a word she said	C2
When the brave young chief from the lodge departed	C2
But she sat on the mound when the day was dead	C2
And gazed at the full moon mellow hearted	C2
Fair was the chief as the morning star	L2
His eyes were mild and his words were low	C2
But his heart was stouter than lance or bow	M2
And her young heart flew to her love afar	L2
O'er his trail long covered with drifted snow	C2
She heard a warrior's stealthy tread	C2
And the tall Wakawa appeared and said	C2
Is Wiwaste afraid of the spirit dread	C2
That fires the sky in the fatal north	N2
Behold the mysterious lights Come forth	N2
Some evil threatens some danger nears	J
For the skies are pierced by the burning spears	J
	-
The warriors rally beneath the moon	P
They shoot their shafts at the evil spirit	C2
The spirit is slain and the flame is gone	O2
But his blood lies red on the snow fields near it	C2
And again from the dead will the spirit rise	Q
And flash his spears in the northern skies	Q
	-
Then the chief and the queenly Wiwaste stood	C2
Alone in the moon lit solitude	C2
And she was silent and he was grave	P2
And fears not my daughter the evil spirit	C2
The strongest warriors and bravest fear it	C2
The burning spears are an evil omen	Q2
They threaten the wrath of a wicked woman	Q2
Or a treacherous foe but my warriors brave	P2
When danger nears or the foe appears	J
Are a cloud of arrows a grove of spears	J
	-
My Father she said and her words were low	C2
Why should I fear for I soon will go	C2
To the broad blue lodge in the Spirit land	C2
Where my fond eyed mother went long ago	C2
And my dear twin sisters walk hand in hand	C2
My Father listen my words are true	A
And sad was her voice as the whippowil	C2
When she mourns her mate by the moon lit rill	C2
Wiwaste lingers alone with you	A
The rest are sleeping on yonder hill	C2
Save one and he an undutiful son	Q2
And you my Father will sit alone	H2
When Sisoka sings and the snow is gone	O2
I sat when the maple leaves were red	C2
By the foaming falls of the haunted river	F
The night sun was walking above my head	C2
And the arrows shone in his burnished quiver	F
And the winds were hushed and the hour was dread	C2
With the walking ghosts of the silent dead	C2
I heard the voice of the Water Fairy	C2
I saw her form in the moon lit mist	C2
As she sat on a stone with her burden weary	C2
By the foaming eddies of amethyst	C2
And robed in her mantle of mist the sprite	C2
Her low wail poured on the silent night	C2
Then the spirit spake and the floods were still	C2
They hushed and listened to what she said	C2
And hushed was the plaint of the whippowil	C2
In the silver birches above her head	C2
'Wiwaste the prairies are green and fair	B
When the robin sings and the whippowil	C2
But the land of the Spirits is fairer still	C2
For the winds of winter blow never there	B
And forever the songs of the whippowils	J
And the robins are heard on the leafy hills	J
Thy mother looks from her lodge above	R2
Her fair face shines in the sky afar	L2
And the eyes of thy sisters are bright with love	R2
As they peep from the tee of the mother star	L2
To her happy lodge in the Spirit land	C2
She beckons Wiwaste with shining hand '	-
	-
My Father my Father her words were true	A
And the death of Wiwaste will rest on you	A
You have pledged me as wife to the tall Red Cloud	C2
You will take the gifts of the warrior proud	C2
But I Wakawa I answer never	F
I will stain your knife in my heart's red blood	C2
I will plunge and sink in the sullen river	F
Ere I will be wife to the dark Red Cloud	C2
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Wiwaste he said and his voice was low	C2
Let it be as you will for Wakawa's tongue	S2
Has spoken no promise his lips are slow	C2
And the love of a father is deep and strong	T2
Be happy Micunksee the flames are gone	O2
They flash no more in the northern sky	U2
See the smile on the face of the watching moon	P
No more will the fatal red arrows fly	U2
For the singing shafts of my warriors sped	C2
To the bad spirit's bosom and laid him dead	C2
And his blood on the snow of the North lies red	C2
Go sleep in the robe that you won to day	C2
And dream of your hunter the brave Chaske	U2
	-
Light was her heart as she turned away	C2
It sang like the lark in the skies of May	C2
The round moon laughed but a lone red star	L2
As she turned to the teepee and entered in	V2
Fell flashing and swift in the sky afar	L2
Like the polished point of a javelin	Q2
Nor chief nor daughter the shadow saw	J
Of the crouching listener Harpstina	Q2
	-
Wiwaste wrapped in her robe and sleep	W2
Heard not the storm sprites wail and weep	W2
As they rode on the winds in the frosty air	B
But she heard the voice of her hunter fair	B
For a fairy spirit with silent fingers	J
The curtains drew from the land of dreams	J
And lo in her teepee her lover lingers	J
In his tender eyes all the love light beams	J
And his voice is the music of mountain streams	J
	-
And then with her round brown arms she pressed	C2
His phantom form to her throbbing breast	C2
And whispered the name in her happy sleep	W2
Of her Hohe hunter so fair and far	L2
And then she saw in her dreams the deep	W2
Where the spirit wailed and a falling star	L2
Then stealthily crouching under the trees	J
By the light of the moon the Kan e ti dan	Q2
The little wizened mysterious man	Q2
With his long locks tossed by the moaning breeze	J
Then a flap of wings like a thunder bird	C2
And a wailing spirit the sleeper heard	C2
And lo through the mists of the moon she saw	J
The hateful visage of Harpstina	Q2
	-
But waking she murmured And what are these	J
The flap of wings and the falling star	L2
The wailing spirit that's never at ease	J
The little man crouching under the trees	J
And the hateful visage of Harpstina	Q2
My dreams are like feathers that float on the breeze	J
And none can tell what the omens are	L2
Save the beautiful dream of my love afar	L2
In the happy land of the tall Hohe	C2
My handsome hunter my brave Chaske	U2
	-
Ta tanka Ta tanka the hunters cried	C2
With a joyous shout at the break of dawn	Q2
And darkly lined on the white hill side	C2
A herd of bison went marching on	Q2
Through the drifted snow like a caravan	Q2
Swift to their ponies the hunters sped	C2
And dashed away on the hurried chase	J
The wild steeds scented the game ahead	C2
And sprang like hounds to the eager race	J
But the brawny bulls in the swarthy van	Q2
Turned their polished horns on the charging foes	J
And reckless rider and fleet footman	Q2
Were held at bay in the drifted snows	J
While the bellowing herd o'er the hilltops ran	Q2
Like the frightened beasts of a caravan	Q2
On Sahara's sands when the simoon blows	J
Sharp were the twangs of the hunters' bows	J
And swift and humming the arrows sped	C2
Till ten huge bulls on the bloody snows	J
Lay pierced with arrows and dumb and dead	C2
But the chief with the flankers had gained the rear	J2
And flew on the trail of the flying herd	C2
The shouts of the riders rang loud and clear	J2
As their foaming steeds to the chase they spurred	C2
And now like the roar of an avalanche	X2
Rolls the bellowing wrath of the maddened bulls	J
They charge on the riders and runners stanch	X2
And a dying steed in the snow drift rolls	J
While the rider flung to the frozen ground	C2
Escapes the horns by a panther's bound	C2
But the raging monsters are held at bay	C2
While the flankers dash on the swarthy rout	C2
With lance and arrow they slay and slay	C2
And the welkin rings to the gladsome shout	C2
To the loud Ina's and the wild Iho's	J
And dark and dead on the bloody snows	J
Lie the swarthy heaps of the buffaloes	J
All snug in the teepee Wiwaste lay	C2
All wrapped in her robe at the dawn of day	C2
All snug and warm from the wind and snow	Q2
While the hunters followed the buffalo	Q2
Her dreams and her slumber their wild shouts broke	U2
The chase was afoot when the maid awoke	U2
She heard the twangs of the hunters' bows	J
And the bellowing bulls and the loud Iho's	J
And she murmured My hunter is far away	C2
In the happy land of the tall Hohe	C2
My handsome hunter my brave Chaske	U2
But the robins will come and my warrior too	A
And Wiwaste will find her a way to woo	A
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And long she lay in a reverie	C2
And dreamed wide awake of the brave Chaske	U2
Till a trampling of feet on the crispy snow	Q2
She heard and the murmur of voices low	Q2
Then the warriors' greeting Iho Iho	C2
And behold in the blaze of the risen day	C2
With the hunters that followed the buffalo	Q2
Came her tall young hunter her brave Chaske	U2
Far south has he followed the bison trail	C2
With his band of warriors so brave and true	A
Right glad is Wakawa his friend to hail	C2
And Wiwaste will find her a way to woo	A
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Tall and straight as the larch tree stood	C2
The manly form of the brave young chief	Y2
And fair as the larch in its vernal leaf	Y2
When the red fawn bleats in the feathering wood	C2
Mild was his face as the morning skies	J
And friendship shone in his laughing eyes	J
But swift were his feet o'er the drifted snow	Q2
On the trail of the elk or the buffalo	Q2
And his heart was stouter than lance or bow	M2
When he heard the whoop of his enemies	J
Five feathers he wore of the great Wanmdee	C2
And each for the scalp of a warrior slain	Q2
When down on his camp from the northern plain	Q2
With their murder cries rode the bloody Cree	C2
But never the stain of an infant slain	Q2
Or the blood of a mother that plead in vain	Q2
Soiled the honored plumes of the brave Hohe	C2
A mountain bear to his enemies	J
To his friends like the red fawn's dappled form	Z2
In peace like the breeze from the summer seas	J
In war like the roar of the mountain storm	Z2
His fame in the voice of the winds went forth	N2
From his hunting grounds in the happy North	N2
And far as the shores of the Great Mede	C2
The nations spoke of the brave Chaske	U2
	-
Dark was the visage of grim Red Cloud	C2
Fierce were the eyes of the warrior proud	C2
When the chief to his lodge led the brave Hohe	C2
And Wiwaste smiled on the tall Chaske	U2
Away he strode with a sullen frown	Q2
And alone in his teepee he sat him down	Q2
From the gladsome greeting of braves he stole	C2
And wrapped himself in his gloomy soul	C2
But the eagle eyes of the Harpstina	Q2
The clouded face of the warrior saw	J
Softly she spoke to the sullen brave	P2
Mah pi ya Duta his face is sad	C2
And why is the warrior so glum and grave	P2
For the fair Wiwaste is gay and glad	C2
She will sit in the teepee the live long day	C2
And laugh with her lover the brave Hohe	C2
Does the tall Red Cloud for the false one sigh	U2
There are fairer maidens than she and proud	C2
Were their hearts to be loved by the brave Red Cloud	C2
And trust not the chief with the smiling eyes	J
His tongue is swift but his words are lies	J
And the proud Mah pi ya will surely find	C2
That Wakawa's promise is hollow wind	C2
Last night I stood by his lodge and lo	Q2
I heard the voice of the Little Crow	Q2
But the fox is sly and his words were low	Q2
But I heard her answer her father 'Never	Q2
I will stain your knife in my heart's red blood	C2
I will plunge and sink in the sullen river	Q2
Ere I will be wife to the dark Red Cloud '	-
Then he spake again and his voice was low	Q2
But I heard the answer of Little Crow	Q2
'Let it be as you will for Wakawa's tongue	U2
Has spoken no promise his lips are slow	Q2
And the love of a father is deep and strong '	-
	-
Mah pi ya Duta they scorn your love	R2
But the false chief covets the warrior's gifts	J
False to his promise the fox will prove	A3
And fickle as snow in Wo ka da wee	C2
That slips into brooks when the gray cloud lifts	J
Or the red sun looks through the ragged rifts	J
Mah pi ya Duta will listen to me	C2
There are fairer birds in the bush than she	C2
And the fairest would gladly be Red Cloud's wife	B3
Will the warrior sit like a girl bereft	C2
When fairer and truer than she are left	C2
That love Red Cloud as they love their life	B3
Mah pi ya Duta will listen to me	C2
I love him well I have loved him long	U2
A woman is weak but a warrior is strong	U2
And a love lorn brave is a scorn to see	C2
	-
Mah pi ya Duta O listen to me	C2
Revenge is swift and revenge is strong	U2
And sweet as the hive in the hollow tree	C2
The proud Red Cloud will avenge his wrong	U2
Let the brave be patient it is not long	U2
Till the leaves be green on the maple tree	C2
And the Feast of the Virgins is then to be	C2
The Feast of the Virgins is then to be	C2
	-
Proudly she turned from the silent brave	P2
And went her way but the warrior's eyes	J
They flashed with the flame of a sudden fire	Q2
Like the lights that gleam in the Sacred Cave	P2
When the black night covers the autumn skies	J
And the stars from their welkin watch retire	Q2
	-
Three nights he tarried the brave Chaske	U2
Winged were the hours and they flitted away	C2
On the wings of Wakandee they silently flew	A
For Wiwaste had found her a way to woo	A
Ah little he cared for the bison chase	J
For the red lilies bloomed on the fair maid's face	J
Ah little he cared for the winds that blew	A
For Wiwaste had found her a way to woo	A
Brown bosomed she sat on her fox robe dark	U2
Her ear to the tales of the brave inclined	C2
Or tripped from the tee like the song of a lark	U2
And gathered her hair from the wanton wind	C2
Ah little he thought of the leagues of snow	Q2
He trod on the trail of the buffalo	Q2
And little he recked of the hurricanes	J
That swept the snow from the frozen plains	J
And piled the banks of the Bloody River	Q2
His bow unstrung and forgotten hung	U2
With his beaver hood and his otter quiver	Q2
He sat spell bound by the artless grace	J
Of her star lit eyes and her moon lit face	J
Ah little he cared for the storms that blew	A
For Wiwaste had found her a way to woo	A
When he spoke with Wakawa her sidelong eyes	J
Sought the handsome chief in his hunter guise	J
Wakawa marked and the lilies fair	Q2
On her round cheeks spread to her raven hair	Q2
They feasted on rib of the bison fat	C2
On the tongue of the Ta that the hunters prize	J
On the savory flesh of the red Hogan	Q2
On sweet tipsanna and pemmican	Q2
And the dun brown cakes of the golden maize	J
And hour after hour the young chief sat	C2
And feasted his soul on her love lit eyes	J
	-
The sweeter the moments the swifter they fly	U2
Love takes no account of the fleeting hours	J
He walks in a dream 'mid the blooming of flowers	J
And never awakes till the blossoms die	U2
Ah lovers are lovers the wide world over	Q2
In the hunter's lodge and the royal palace	J
Sweet are the lips of his love to the lover	Q2
Sweet as new wine in a golden chalice	J
From the Tajo's slope or the hills beyond	C2
And blindly he sips from his loved one's lips	J
In lodge or palace the wide world over	Q2
The maddening honey of Trebizond	C2
	-
O what are leagues to the loving hunter	Q2
Or the blinding drift of the hurricane	Q2
When it raves and roars o'er the frozen plain	Q2
He would face the storm he would death encounter	Q2
The darling prize of his heart to gain	Q2
But his hunters chafed at the long delay	C2
For the swarthy bison were far away	C2
And the brave young chief from the lodge departed	C2
He promised to come with the robins in May	C2
With the bridal gifts for the bridal day	C2
And the fair Wiwaste was happy hearted	C2
For Wakawa promised the brave Chaske	U2
Birds of a feather will flock together	Q2
The robin sings to his ruddy mate	C2
And the chattering jays in the winter weather	Q2
To prate and gossip will congregate	C2
And the cawing crows on the autumn heather	Q2
Like evil omens will flock together	Q2
In common council for high debate	C2
And the lass will slip from a doting mother	Q2
To hang with her lad on the garden gate	C2
Birds of a feather will flock together	Q2
'Tis an adage old it is nature's law	J
And sure as the pole will the needle draw	J
The fierce Red Cloud with the flaunting feather	Q2
Will follow the finger of Harpstina	Q2
	-
The winter wanes and the south wind blows	J
From the Summer Islands legendary	C2
The skeskas fly and the melted snows	J
In lakelets lie on the dimpled prairie	C2
The frost flowers peep from their winter sleep	W2
Under the snow drifts cold and deep	W2
To the April sun and the April showers	J
In field and forest the baby flowers	J
Lift their blushing faces and dewy eyes	J
And wet with the tears of the winter fairies	J
Soon bloom and blossom the emerald prairies	J
Like the fabled Garden of Paradise	J
	-
The plum trees white with their bloom in May	C2
Their sweet perfume on the vernal breeze	J
Wide strew like the isles of the tropic seas	J
Where the paroquet chatters the livelong day	C2
But the May days pass and the brave Chaske	U2
O why does the lover so long delay	C2
Wiwaste waits in the lonely tee	C2
Has her fair face fled from his memory	C2
For the robin cherups his mate to please	J
The blue bird pipes in the poplar trees	J
The meadow lark warbles his jubilees	J
Shrilling his song in the azure seas	J
Till the welkin throbs to his melodies	J
And low is the hum of the humble bees	J
And the Feast of the Virgins is now to be	C2

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