Winona's Warning Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Twas sunrise the spirits of mist	A
trailed their white robes on dewy savannas	B
And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed	A
by the first golden beams of the morning	C
The breeze was abroad with the breath	D
of the rose of the Isles of the Summer	E
And the humming bird hummed on the heath	F
from his home in the land of the rainbow AI	G
'Twas the morn of departure DuLuth	H
stood alone by the roar of the Ha ha	I
Tall and fair in the strength of his youth	H
stood the blue eyed and fair bearded Frenchman	J
A rustle of robes on the grass broke his dream	K
as he mused by the waters	L
And turning he looked on the face of Winona	M
wild rose of the prairies	N
Half hid in her dark flowing hair	O
like the round golden moon in the pine tops	P
Admiring he gazed she was fair	O
as his own blooming Flore in her orchards	Q
With her golden locks loose on the air	O
like the gleam of the sun through the olives	R
Far away on the vine covered shore	S
in the sun favored land of his fathers	L
Lists the chief to the cataract's roar	S
for the mournful lament of the Spirit AJ	T
Said Winona The wail of the sprite	U
for her babe and its father unfaithful	V
Is heard in the midst of the night	U
when the moon wanders dim in the heavens	W
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Wild Rose of the Prairies he said	X
DuLuth listens not to the Ha ha	I
For the wail of the ghost of the dead	X
for her babe and its father unfaithful	V
But he lists to a voice in his heart	Y
that is heard by the ear of no other	E
And to day will the White Chief depart	Y
he returns to the land of the sunrise	Z
Let Winona depart with the chief	A2
she will kindle the fire in his teepee	B2
For long are the days of her grief	A2
if she stay in the tee of Ta te psin	M
She replied and her cheeks were aflame	C2
with the bloom of the wild prairie lilies	N
Tanke AK is the White Chief to blame	C2
said DuLuth to the blushing Winona	M
The White Chief is blameless she said	X
but the heart of Winona will follow	D2
Wherever thy footsteps may lead	X
O blue eyed brave Chief of the white men	M
For her mother sleeps long in the mound	E2
and a step mother rules in the teepee	B2
And her father once strong and renowned	E2
is bent with the weight of his winters	L
No longer he handles the spear	F2
no longer his swift humming arrows	G2
Overtake the fleet feet of the deer	F2
or the bear of the woods or the bison	M
But he bends as he walks and the wind	H2
shakes his white hair and hinders his footsteps	I2
And soon will he leave me behind	H2
without brother or sister or kindred	J2
The doe scents the wolf in the wind	H2
and a wolf walks the path of Winona	M
Three times have the gifts for the bride	K2
to the lodge of Ta te psin been carried	L2
But the voice of Winona replied	K2
that she liked not the haughty Tamdoka	C
And thrice were the gifts sent away	M2
but the tongue of the mother protested	N2
And the were wolf still follows his prey	M2
and abides but the death of my father	E
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AI The Dakotas say the humming bird comes from the Land of the	M
rain bow	O2
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AJ See Legend of the Falls or Note Appendix	P2
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AK My Sister	E
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I pity Winona he said	X
but my path is a pathway of danger	E
And long is the trail for the maid	Q2
to the far away land of the sunrise	Z
And few are the braves of my band	R2
and the braves of Tamdoka are many	M
But soon I return to the land	R2
and a cloud of my hunters will follow	D2
When the cold winds of winter return	M
and toss the white robes of the prairies	N
The fire of the White Chief will burn	M
in his lodge at the Meeting of Waters AL	S2
And when from the Sunrise again	M
comes the chief of the sons of the Morning	C
Many moons will his hunters remain	M
in the land of the friendly Dakotas	B
The son of Chief Wazi Kute guides	T2
the White Chief afar on his journey	M
Nor long on the Tanka Mede AM	U2
on the breast of the blue bounding billows	G2
Shall the bark of the Frenchman delay	M2
but his pathway shall kindle behind him	V2
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AL Mendota properly Mdo te meaning the out let of a lake or river	E
into another commonly applied to the region about Fort Snelling	C
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AM Tanka Mede Great Lake i e Lake Superior The Dakotas seem to	W2
have had no other name for it They generally referred to it as	X2
Mini ya ta There at the water	E
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She was pale and her hurried voice	Y2
swelled with alarm as she questioned replying	C
Tamdoka thy guide I beheld	W2
thy death in his face at the races	B
He covers his heart with a smile	Z2
but revenge never sleeps in his bosom	A3
His tongue it is soft to beguile	Z2
but beware of the pur of the panther	E
For death like a shadow will walk	C
by thy side in the midst of the forest	W2
Or follow thy path like a hawk	C
on the trail of a wounded Mastinca AN	M
A son of Unktehee is he	M
the Chief of the crafty magicians	W
They have plotted thy death	D
I can see thy trail it is red in the forest	W2
Beware of Tamdoka beware	O
Slumber not like the grouse of the woodlands	B3
With head under wing for the glare	O
of the eyes that sleep not are upon thee	M
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AN The rabbit The Dakotas called the Crees Mastincapi Rabbits	C3
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Winona fear not said DuLuth	H
for I carry the fire of Wakinyan AO	G
And strong is the arm of my youth	H
and stout are the hearts of my warriors	L
But Winona has spoken the truth	H
and the heart of the White Chief is thankful	V
Hide this in thy bosom dear maid	W2
'tis the crucified Christ of the white men AP	B2
Lift thy voice to his spirit in need	W2
and his spirit will hear thee and answer	E
For often he comes to my aid	W2
he is stronger than all the Dakotas	B
And the Spirits of evil afraid	W2
hide away when he looks from the heavens	W
In her swelling brown bosom she hid	W2
the crucified Jesus in silver	E
Niwaste AQ she sadly replied	W2
in her low voice the rising tears trembled	W2
Her dewy eyes turned she aside	W2
and she slowly returned to the teepees	W
But still on the swift river's strand	W2
admiring the graceful Winona	M
As she gathered with brown dimpled hand	W2
her hair from the wind stood the Frenchman	M

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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