The Legend (ii) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFGGHH IJ KKLLHHMMNNOOLLPPQRLL LL OOST CCCUULLLLVNEEWW XYXY ZLZL EA2EA2 B2KC2K LELE OD2OD2 XYXY D2YKYE2KK EEYY LLZF2 G2E2CCLL KK G2G2VV

Tall was young Wanata stronger than Heyoka's giant formA
Laughed at flood and fire and hunger faced the fiercest winter stormA
When Wakinyan flashed and thundered when Unktehee raved and roaredB
All but brave Wanata wondered and the gods with fear imploredB
When the war whoop wild resounded calling friends to meet the foeC
From the teepee swift he bounded armed with polished lance and bowD
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In the battle's din and clangor fast his fatal arrows flewE
Flashed his fiery eyes with anger many a haughty foe he slewE
Hunter swift was he and cunning caught the beaver slew the bearF
Overtook the roebuck running dragged the panther from his lairF
Loved was he by many a maiden many a dark eye glanced in vainG
Many a heart with sighs was laden for the love it might not gainG
So they called the brave Ska Capa a but the fairest of the bandH
Moon faced meek Anpetu Sapa won the hunter's heart and handH
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a Or Capa Ska White beaver White beavers are very rare very cunningI
and hard to catchJ
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From the wars with triumph burning from the chase of bison fleetK
To his lodge the brave returning spread his trophies at her feetK
Love and joy sat in the tepee him a black eyed boy she boreL
But alas she lived to weep a love she lost forevermoreL
For the warriors chose Wanata first Itancan a of the bandH
At the council fire he sat a leader loved a chieftain grandH
Proud was fair Anpetu Sapa and her eyes were glad with joyM
Proud was she and very happy with her chieftain and her boyM
But alas the fatal honor that her brave Wanata wonN
Brought a bitter woe upon her hid with clouds the summer sunN
For among the brave Dakotas wives bring honor to the chiefO
On the vine clad Minnesota's banks he met the Scarlet LeafO
Young and fair was Ape duta b full of craft and very fairL
Proud she walked a queen of beauty with her wondrous flowing hairL
In her net of hair she caught him caught Wanata with her wilesP
All in vain his wife besought him begged in vain his wonted smilesP
Ape duta ruled the teepee all Wanata's smiles were hersQ
When the lodge was wrapped in sleep a star c beheld the mother's tearsR
Long she strove to do her duty for the black eyed babe she boreL
But the proud imperious beauty made her sad forevermoreL
Still she dressed the skins of beaver bore the burdens spread the fareL
Patient ever murmuring never while her cheeks were creased with careL
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a E tan can ChiefO
b A pe leaf duta Scarlet Scarlet leafO
c Stars the Dakotas say are the faces of departed friends andS
relatives on earthT
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In the moon Maga o Kada twice an hundred years agoC
Ere the Black Robe's a sacred shadowC
stalked the prairies' pathless snowC
Down the swollen rushing river in the sunset's golden huesU
From the hunt of bear and beaver came the band in swift canoesU
On the queen of fairy islands on the Wita Waste's b shoreL
Camped Wanata on the highlands just above the cataract's roarL
Many braves were with Wanata Ape duta too was thereL
And the sad Anpetu sapa spread the lodge with wonted careL
Then above the leafless prairie leaped the fat faced laughing moonV
And the stars the spirits fairy walked the welkin one by oneN
Swift and silent in the gloaming on the waste of waters blueE
Speeding downward to the foaming shot Wanata's birch canoeE
In it stood Anpetu sapa in her arms her sleeping childW
Like a wailing Norse land drapa c rose her death song weird and wildW
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Mihihna d Mihihna my heart is stoneX
The light is gone from my longing eyesY
The wounded loon in the lake aloneX
Her death song sings to the moon and diesY
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Mihihna Mihihna the path is longZ
The burden is heavy and hard to bearL
I sink I die and my dying songZ
Is a song of joy to the false one's earL
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Mihihna Mihihna my young heart flewE
Far away with my brave to the bison chaseA2
To the battle it went with my warrior trueE
And never returned till I saw his faceA2
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Mihihna Mihihna my brave was gladB2
When he came from the chase of the roebuck fleetK
Sweet were the words that my hunter saidC2
As his trophies he laid at Anpetu's feetK
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Mihihna Mihihna the boy I boreL
When the robin sang and my brave was trueE
I can bear to look on his face no moreL
For he looks Mihihna so much like youE
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Mihihna Mihihna the Scarlet LeafO
Has robbed my boy of his father's loveD2
He sleeps in my arms he will find no griefO
In the star lit lodge in the land aboveD2
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Mihihna Mihihna my heart is stoneX
The light is gone from my longing eyesY
The wounded loon in the lake aloneX
Her death song sings to the moon and diesY
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a The Dakotas called the Jesuit priests Black Robes from the color ofD2
their vestmentsY
b Wee tah Wah stay Beautiful Island the Dakota name for NicolletK
Island just above the FallsY
c Drapa a Norse funeral wail in which the virtues of theE2
deceased are recountedK
d Mee heen yah My husbandK
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Swiftly down the turbid torrent as she sung her song she flewE
Like a swan upon the current dancing rode the light canoeE
Hunters hurry in the gloaming all in vain Wanata callsY
Singing through the surges foaming lo she plunges o'er the FallsY
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Long they search the sullen river searched for leagues along the shoreL
Bark or babe or mother never saw the sad Dakotas moreL
But at night or misty morning oft the hunters heard her songZ
Oft the maidens heard her warning in their mellow mother tongueF2
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On the bluffs they sat enchanted till the blush of beamy dawnG2
Spirit Isle they say is haunted and they call the spot Wakan aE2
Many summers on the highland in the full moon's golden glowC
In the woods on Fairy Island b walked a snow white fawn and doeC
Spirits of the babe and mother sadly seeking evermoreL
For a father's love another turned with evil charm and powerL
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a Pronounced Walk on Sacred inhabited by a SpiritK
b Fairy Island Wita Waste Nicollet IslandK
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Sometimes still when moonbeams shimmer through the maples on the lawnG2
In the gloaming and the glimmer walk the silent doe and fawnG2
And on Spirit Isle or near it under midnight's misty moonV
Oft is seen the mother's spirit oft is heard her mournful tuneV

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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