Winona Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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When the meadow lark trilled o'er the leasA
and the oriole piped in the maplesB
From my hammock all under the treesA
by the sweet scented field of red cloverC
I harked to the hum of the beesA
as they gathered the mead of the blossomsD
And caught from their low melodiesA
the air of the song of WinonaE
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In pronouncing Dakota words give a the sound ofF
ah e the sound of a i the sound of eG
and u the sound of oo Sound ee as in EnglishH
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Two hundred white Winters and moreI
have fled from the face of the SummerC
Since here on the oak shaded shoreI
of the dark winding swift MississippiG
Where his foaming floods tumble and roarI
o'er the falls and the white rolling rapidsJ
In the fair fabled center of EarthK
sat the Indian town of Ka tha gaL
Far rolling away to the north and the southM
lay the emerald prairiesA
All dotted with woodlands and lakesN
and above them the blue bent of etherC
And here where the dark river breaks into sprayO
and the roar of the Ha HaL
Where gathered the bison skin tees FP
of the chief tawny tribe of DakotasQ
For here in the blast and the breezeA
flew the flag of the chief of IsanteesA
Up raised on the stem of a lanceA
the feathery flag of the eagleR
And here to the feast and the danceA
from the prairies remote and the forestsA
Oft gathered the out lying bandsA
and honored the gods of the nationS
On the islands and murmuring strandsA
they danced to the god of the watersA
Unktehee who dwelt in the cavesA
deep under the flood of the Ha HaL
And high o'er the eddies and wavesA
hung their offerings of furs and tobacco GG
And here to the Master of lifeT
Anpe tu wee god of the heavensA
Chief warrior and maiden and wifeT
burned the sacred green sprigs of the cedarC
And here to the Searcher of heartsA
fierce Ta ku Skan skan the avengerC
Who dwells in the uppermost parts of the earthK
and the blue starry etherC
Ever watching with all seeing eyesA
the deeds of the wives and the warriorsA
As an osprey afar in the skiesA
sees the fish as they swim in the watersA
Oft spread they the bison tongue feastU
and singing preferred their petitionsA
Till the Day Spirit rose in the EastU
in the red rosy robes of the morningV
To sail o'er the sea of the skiesA
to his lodge in the land of the shadowsA
Where the black winged tornadoes H ariseA
rushing loud from the mouths of their cavernsA
And here with a shudder they heardW
flying far from his tee in the mountainsA
Wa kin yan the huge Thunder BirdW
with the arrows of fire in his talonsA
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F Tee teepee the Dakota name for tent or wigwamX
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G See Hennepin's Description of Louisiana by Shea pp andY
Parkman's Discovery p and Carver's Travels pG
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H The Dakotas like the ancient Romans and Greeks think the home ofF
the winds is in the caverns of the mountains and their greatZ
Thunder bird resembles in many respects the Jupiter of the Romans andY
the Zeus of the Greeks The resemblance of the Dakota mythology to thatA2
of the older Greeks and Romans is strikingV
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Two hundred white Winters and moreI
have fled from the face of the SummerC
Since here by the cataract's roarI
in the moon of the red blooming liliesA
In the tee of Ta te psin I was bornB2
Winona wild rose of the prairiesA
Like the summer sun peeping at mornB2
o'er the hills was the face of WinonaE
And here she grew up like a queenC2
a romping and lily lipped laughterC
And danced on the undulant greenC2
and played in the frolicsome watersA
Where the foaming tide tumbles and whirlsA
o'er the murmuring rocks in the rapidsA
And whiter than foam were the pearlsA
that gleamed in the midst of her laughterC
Long and dark was her flowing hair flungD2
like the robe of the night to the breezesA
And gay as the robin she sungD2
or the gold breasted lark of the meadowsA
Like the wings of the wind were her feetE2
and as sure as the feet of Ta to ka JO
And oft like an antelope fleetE2
o'er the hills and the prairies she boundedF2
Lightly laughing in sport as she ranG2
and looking back over her shoulderC
At the fleet footed maiden or manG2
that vainly her flying feet followedH2
The belle of the village was sheG
and the pride of the aged Ta te psinG2
Like a sunbeam she lighted his teeG
and gladdened the heart of her fatherC
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I Tate wind psin wild rice wild rice windI2
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J mountain antelopeJ2
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In the golden hued Wazu pe weeG
the moon when the wild rice is gatheredW
When the leaves on the tall sugar treeG
are as red as the breast of the robinG2
And the red oaks that border the leaG
are aflame with the fire of the sunsetK2
From the wide waving fields of wild riceA
from the meadows of Psin ta wak pa dan KO
Where the geese and the mallards rejoiceA
and grow fat on the bountiful harvestL2
Came the hunters with saddles of mooseA
and the flesh of the bear and the bisonG2
And the women in birch bark canoesA
well laden with rice from the meadowsA
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K Little Rice River It bears the name of Rice Creek to day andY
empties into the Mississippi from the east a few miles aboveF
MinneapolisA
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With the tall dusky hunters beholdM2
came a marvelous man or a spiritN2
White faced and so wrinkled and oldM2
and clad in the robe of the ravenG2
Unsteady his steps were and slowO2
and he walked with a staff in his right handP2
And white as the first falling snowO2
were the thin locks that lay on his shouldersA
Like rime covered moss hung his beardQ2
flowing down from his face to his girdleR
And wan was his aspect and weirdQ2
and often he chanted and mumbledR2
In a strange and mysterious tongueD2
as he bent o'er his book in devotionG2
Or lifted his dim eyes and sungD2
in a low voice the solemn Te DeumX
Or Latin or Hebrew or GreekS2
all the same were his words to the warriorsA
All the same to the maids and the meekS2
wide wondering eyed hazel brown childrenG2
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Father Rene Menard L it was heG
long lost to his Jesuit brothersA
Sent forth by an holy decreeG
to carry the Cross to the heathenG2
In his old age abandoned to dieT2
in the swamps by his timid companionsA
He prayed to the Virgin on highT2
and she led him forth from the forestL2
For angels she sent him as menG2
in the forms of the tawny DakotasA
And they led his feet from the fenG2
from the slough of despond and the desertU2
Half dead in a dismal morassA
as they followed the red deer they found himX
In the midst of the mire and the grassA
and mumbling Te Deum laudamusA
Unktomee Ho muttered the bravesA
for they deemed him the black Spider SpiritN2
That dwells in the drearisome cavesA
and walks on the marshes at midnightV2
With a flickering torch in his handP2
to decoy to his den the unwaryG
His tongue could they not understandP2
but his torn hands all shriveled with famineG2
He stretched to the hunters and saidW2
He feedeth his chosen with mannaG2
And ye are the angels of GodX2
sent to save me from death in the desertU2
His famished and woe begone faceA
and his tones touched the hearts of the huntersA
They fed the poor father apaceA
and they led him away to Ka tha gaL
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L See the account of Father Menard his mission and disappearance inG2
the wilderness Neill's Hist Minnesota pp incY2
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There little by little he learnedZ2
the tongue of the tawny DakotasA
And the heart of the good father yearnedZ2
to lead them away from their idolsA
Their giants and dread Thunder birdsA
their worship of stones and the devilR
Wakan de M they answered his wordsA
for he read from his book in the LatinG2
Lest the Nazarene's holy commandsA
by his tongue should be marred in translationG2
And oft with his beads in his handsA
or the cross and the crucified JesusA
He knelt by himself on the sandsA
and his dim eyes uplifted to heavenG2
But the braves bade him look to the EastU
to the silvery lodge of Han nan na NG2
And to dance with the chiefs at the feastU
at the feast of the Giant Heyo kaL
They frowned when the good father spurnedZ2
the flesh of the dog in the kettleR
And laughed when his fingers were burnedZ2
in the hot boiling pot of the giantA3
The Black robe they called the poor priestU
from the hue of his robe and his girdleR
And never a game or a feastU
but the father must grace with his presenceA
His prayer book the hunters reveredQ2
they deemed it a marvelous spiritN2
It spoke and the white father heardW
it interpreted visions and omensA
And often they bade him to prayO
this marvelous spirit to answerC
And tell where the sly ChippewaL
might be ambushed and slain in his forestL2
For Menard was the first in the landP2
proclaiming like John in the desertU2
The Kingdom of Heaven is at handP2
repent ye and turn from your idolsA
The first of the brave brotherhood thatA2
threading the fens and the forestL2
Stood afar by the turbulent floodF2
at the falls of the Father of WatersA
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M It is wonderfulR
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N The morningV
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In the lodge of the Stranger O he satA2
awaiting the crown of a martyrC
His sad face compassion begatA2
in the heart of the dark eyed WinonaG2
Oft she came to the teepee and spokeB3
she brought him the tongue of the bisonG2
Sweet nuts from the hazel and oakB3
and flesh of the fawn and the mallardW
Soft hanpa P she made for his feetE2
and leggins of velvety fawn skinG2
A blanket of beaver completeE2
and a hood of the hide of the otterC
And oft at his feet on the matA2
deftly braiding the flags and the rushesA
Till the sun sought his teepeeJ2
she sat enchanted with what he relatedC3
Of the white winged ships on the seaG
and the teepees far over the oceanG2
Of the love and the sweet charity of the ChristD3
and the beautiful VirginG2
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O A lodge set apart for guests of the villageE3
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P MoccasinsA
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She listened like one in a tranceA
when he spoke of the brave bearded FrenchmenG2
From the green sun lit valleys of FranceA
to the wild Hochelaga Q transplantedC3
Oft trailing the deserts of snowO2
in the heart of the dense Huron forestsA
Or steering the dauntless canoeG2
through the waves of the fresh water oceanG2
Yea stronger and braver are theyO
said the aged Menard to WinonaG2
Than the head chief tall Wazi kuteC3
but their words are as soft as a maiden'sA
Their eyes are the eyes of the swanG2
but their hearts are the hearts of the eaglesA
And the terrible Masa Wakan RF3
ever walks by their side like a spiritC3
Like a Thunder bird roaring in wrathG3
flinging fire from his terrible talonsA
He sends to their enemies deathH3
in the flash of the fatal Wakandee SA
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Q The Ottawa name for the region of the St Lawrence RiverC
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R Mysterious metal or metal having a spirit in it This is theG2
common name applied by the Dakotas to all firearmsA
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S LightningV
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The Autumn was past and the snowO2
lay drifted and deep on the prairiesA
From his teepee of ice came the foeO2
came the storm breathing god of the winterC
Then roared in the groves on the plainsA
on the ice covered lakes and the riverC
The blasts of the fierce hurricanesA
blown abroad from the breast of WaziyaI3
The bear cuddled down in his denG2
and the elk fled away to the forestC3
The pheasant and gray prairie henG2
made their beds in the heart of the snow driftC3
The bison herds huddled and stoodC3
in the hollows and under the hill sidesA
Or rooted the snow for their foodC3
in the lee of the bluffs and the timberC
And the mad winds that howled from the northJ3
from the ice covered seas of WaziyaI3
Chased the gray wolf and silver fox forthJ3
to their dens in the hills of the forestC3
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Poor Father Menard he was illK3
in his breast burned the fire of a feverC
All in vain was the magical skillK3
of Wicasta Wakan with his rattleR
Into soft child like slumber he fellL3
and awoke in the land of the blessedC3
To the holy applause of Well doneG2
and the harps in the hands of the angelsA
Long he carried the cross and he wonG2
the coveted crown of a martyrC
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In the land of the heathen he diedC3
meekly following the voice of his MasterC
One mourner alone by his sideC3
Ta te psin's compassionate daughterC
She wailed the dead father with tearsA
and his bones by her kindred she buriedC3
Then winter followed winter The yearsA
sprinkled frost on the head of her fatherC
And three weary winters she dreamedC3
of the fearless and fair bearded FrenchmenG2
At midnight their swift paddles gleamedC3
on the breast of the broad MississippiG
And the eyes of the brave strangers beamedC3
on the maid in the midst of her slumberC
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She lacked not admirersA
the light of the lover oft burned in her teepeeG
At her couch in the midst of the nightC3
but she never extinguished the flambeauX
The son of Chief Wazi kuteC3
a fearless and eagle plumed warriorC
Long sighed for WinonaG2
and he was the pride of the band of IsanteesA
Three times in the night at her bedC3
had the brave held the torch of the loverC
And thrice had she covered her headC3
and rejected the handsome Tamdoka TC3
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T Tah mdo kah literally the buck deerM3
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'Twas Summer The merry voiced birdsA
trilled and warbled in woodland and meadowC3
And abroad on the prairies the herdsA
cropped the grass in the land of the liliesA
And sweet was the odor of roseA
wide wafted from hillside and heatherC
In the leaf shaded lap of reposeA
lay the bright blue eyed babes of the summerC
And low was the murmur of brooksA
and low was the laugh of the Ha HaL
And asleep in the eddies and nooksA
lay the broods of maga and the mallardC3
'Twas the moon of WasunpaG
The band lay at rest in the tees at Ka tha gaL
And abroad o'er the beautiful landC3
walked the spirits of Peace and of PlentyC3
Twin sisters with bountiful handC3
wide scattering wild rice and the liliesA
An pe tu wee walked in the westC3
to his lodge in the far away mountainsA
And the war eagle flew to her nestC3
in the oak on the Isle of the Spirit UG2
And now at the end of the dayC3
by the shore of the Beautiful Island VC3
A score of fair maidens and gayC3
made joy in the midst of the watersA
Half robed in their dark flowing hairN3
and limbed like the fair AphroditeC3
They played in the waters and thereN3
they dived and they swam like the beaversA
Loud laughing like loons on the lakeO3
when the moon is a round shield of silverC
And the songs of the whippowils wakeO3
on the shore in the midst of the maplesA
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But hark on the river a songP3
strange voices commingled in chorusA
On the current a boat swept alongP3
with DuLuth and his hardy companionsA
To the stroke of their paddles they sungD2
and this the refrain that they chantedC3
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Dans mon chemin j'ai rencontreC
Deux cavaliers bien montesA
Lon lon laridon daineG2
Lon lon laridon daL
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Deux cavaliers bien montesA
L'un a cheval et l'autre a piedC3
Lon lon laridon daineG2
Lon lon laridon da W-
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U The Dakotas say that for many years in olden times war eagles madeC3
their nests in oak trees on Spirit island Wanagi wita just below theG2
Falls till frightened away by the advent of white menG2
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V The Dakotas called Nicollet Island Wi ta Waste the BeautifulR
IslandC3
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W A part of one of the favorite songs of the French voyageursA
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Like the red dappled deer in the gladeC3
alarmed by the footsteps of huntersA
Discovered disordered dismayedC3
the nude nymphs fled forth from the watersA
And scampered away to the shadeC3
and peered from the screen of the lindensA
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A bold and adventuresome man was DuLuthQ3
and a dauntless in dangerC
And straight to Kathaga he ranG2
and boldly advanced to the warriorsA
Now gathering a cloud on the strandC3
and gazing amazed on the strangersA
And straightway he offered his handC3
unto Wazi kute the Itancan XA
To the Lodge of the Stranger were ledC3
DuLuth and his hardy companionsA
Robes of beaver and bison were spreadC3
and the Peace pipe was smoked with the FrenchmanG2
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X Head chiefR3
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There was dancing and feasting at nightC3
and joy at the presents he lavishedC3
All the maidens were wild with delightC3
with the flaming red robes and the ribbonsA
With the beads and the trinkets untoldC3
and the fair bearded face of the giverC
And glad were they all to beholdC3
the friends from the Land of the SunriseA
But one stood apart from the restC3
the queenly and silent WinonaG2
Intently regarding the guestC3
hardly heeding the robes and the ribbonsA
Whom the White Chief beholding admiredC3
and straightway he spread on her shouldersA
A lily red robe and attiredC3
with necklet and ribbons the maidenG2
The red lilies bloomed in her faceA
and her glad eyes gave thanks to the giverC
And forth from her teepee apaceA
she brought him the robe and the missalR
Of the father poor Rene MenardC3
and related the tale of the Black RobeS3
She spoke of the sacred regardC3
he inspired in the hearts of DakotasA
That she buried his bones with her kinG2
in the mound by the Cave of the CouncilR
That she treasured and wrapt in the skinG2
of the red deer his robe and his prayer bookT3
Till his brothers should come from the EastC3
from the land of the far HochelagaT3
To smoke with the braves at the feastC3
on the shores of the Loud laughing WatersA
For the 'Black Robe' spake much of his youthQ3
and his friends in the Land of the SunriseA
It was then as a dream now in truthQ3
I behold them and not in a visionG2
But more spake her blushes I weenG2
and her eyes full of language unspokenG2
As she turned with the grace of a queenG2
and carried her gifts to the teepeeG
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Far away from his beautiful FranceA
from his home in the city of LyonsA
A noble youth full of romanceA
with a Norman heart big with adventureC
In the new world a wanderer by chanceA
DuLuth sought the wild Huron forestsA
But afar by the vale of the RhoneG2
the winding and musical riverC
And the vine covered hills of the SaoneG2
the heart of the wanderer lingeredC3
'Mid the vineyards and mulberry treesA
and the fair fields of corn and of cloverC
That rippled and waved in the breezeA
while the honey bees hummed in the blossomsA
For there where th' impetuous RhoneG2
leaping down from the Switzerland mountainsA
And the silver lipped soft flowing SaoneG2
meeting kiss and commingle togetherC
Down winding by vineyards and leasA
by the orchards of fig trees and olivesA
To the island gemmed sapphire blue seasA
of the glorious Greeks and the RomansA
Aye there on the vine covered shoreC
'mid the mulberry trees and the olivesA
Dwelt his blue eyed and beautiful FloreC
with her hair like a wheat field at harvestC3
All rippled and tossed by the breezeA
and her cheeks like the glow of the morningT3
Far away o'er the emerald seasA
as the sun lifts his brow from the billowsA
Or the red clover fields when the beesA
singing sip the sweet cups of the blossomsA
Wherever he wanderedC3
alone in the heart of the wild Huron forestsA
Or cruising the rivers unknownG2
to the land of the Crees or DakotasA
His heart lingered still on the RhoneG2
'mid the mulberry trees and the vineyardsA
Fast fettered and bound by the zoneG2
that girdled the robes of his darlingT3
Till the red Harvest Moon he remainedC3
in the vale of the swift MississippiG
The esteem of the warriors he gainedC3
and the love of the dark eyed WinonaG2
He joined in the sports and the chaseA
with the hunters he followed the bisonG2
And swift were his feet in the raceA
when the red elk they ran on the prairiesA
At the Game of the Plum stones he playedC3
and he won from the skillfulest playersA
A feast to Wa'tanka he madeC3
and he danced at the feast of HeyokaT3
With the flash and the roar of his gunG2
he astonished the fearless DakotasA
They called it the Maza WakanG2
the mighty mysterious metalR
'Tis a brother they said of the fireC
in the talons of dreadful Wakinyan '-
When he flaps his huge wings in his ireC
and shoots his red shafts at UnkteheeL
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The Itancan tall Wazi kuteC3
appointed a day for the racesA
From the red stake that stood by his teeC3
on the southerly side of the Ha haL
O'er the crest of the hills and the dunesA
and the billowy breadth of the prairieC3
To a stake at the Lake of the LoonsA
a league and return was the distanceA
They gathered from near and afarC
to the races and dancing and feastingT3
Five hundred tall warriors were thereC
from Kapoza and far off KeozaA
Remnica Y too furnished a shareC
of the legions that thronged to the racesA
And a bountiful feast was preparedC3
by the diligent hands of the womenG2
And gaily the multitudes faredC3
in the generous tees of KathagaT3
The chief of the mystical clanG2
appointed a feast to UnkteheeL
The mystic Wacipee Wakan ZA
at the end of the day and the racesA
A band of sworn brothers are theyC3
and the secrets of each one are sacredC3
And death to the lips that betrayC3
is the doom of the swarthy avengersA
And the son of tall Wazi kuteC3
was the chief of the mystical orderC
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Y Pronounced Ray mne chah The village of the Mountains situate whereC
Red Wing now standsA
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Z Sacred Dance The Medicine dance See description infraG2

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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