Evangeline: Part The First. I. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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IN the Acadian land on the shores of the Basin of Minas	A
Distant secluded still the little village of Grand Pr	B
Lay in the fruitful valley Vast meadows stretched to the eastward	C
Giving the village its name and pasture to flocks without number	B
Dikes that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant	D
Shut out the turbulent tides but at stated seasons the flood gates	E
Opened and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows	F
West and south there were fields of flax and orchards and cornfields	G
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain and away to the northward	C
Blomidon rose and the forests old and aloft on the mountains	H
Sea fogs pitched their tents and mists from the mighty Atlantic	I
Looked on the happy valley but ne'er from their station descended	J
There in the midst of its farms reposed the Acadian village	K
Strongly built were the houses with frames of oak and of chestnut	L
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries	H
Thatched were the roofs with dormer windows and gables projecting	M
Over the basement below protected and shaded the door way	N
There in the tranquil evenings of summer when brightly the sunset	O
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys	H
Matrons and maidens sat in snow white caps and in kirtles	H
Scarlet and blue and green with distaffs spinning the golden	P
Flax for the gossiping looms whose noisy shuttles within doors	H
Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens	H
Solemnly down the street came the parish priest and the children	P
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them	Q
Reverend walked he among them and up rose matrons and maidens	H
Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome	R
Then came the laborers home from the field and serenely the sun sank	S
Down to his rest and twilight prevailed Anon from the belfry	B
Softly the Angelus sounded and over the roofs of the village	K
Columns of pale blue smoke like clouds of incense ascending	M
Rose from a hundred hearths the homes of peace and contentment	D
Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers	H
Dwelt in the love of God and of man Alike were they free from	R
Fear that reigns with the tyrant and envy the vice of republics	H
Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows	H
But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners	H
There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance	H
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Somewhat apart from the village and nearer the Basin of Minas	H
Benedict Bellefontaine the wealthiest farmer of Grand Pr	B
Dwelt on his goodly acres and with him directing his household	T
Gentle Evangeline lived his child and the pride of the village	K
Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters	H
Hearty and hale was he an oak that is covered with snow flakes	H
White as the snow were his locks and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves	H
Fair was she to behold that maiden of seventeen summers	H
Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside	U
Black yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses	H
Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows	H
When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide	U
Flagons of home brewed ale ah fair in sooth was the maiden	P
Fairer was she when on Sunday morn while the bell from its turret	U
Sprinkled with holy sounds the air as the priest with his hyssop	V
Sprinkles the congregation and scatters blessings upon them	Q
Down the long street she passed with her chaplet of beads and her missal	W
Wearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue and the ear rings	H
Brought in the olden time from France and since as an heirloom	X
Handed down from mother to child through long generations	H
But a celestial brightness a more ethereal beauty	U
Shone on her face and encircled her form when after confession	P
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her	B
When she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music	I
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Firmly builded with rafters of oak the house of the farmer	B
Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea and a shady	U
Sycamore grew by the door with a woodbine wreathing around it	U
Rudely carved was the porch with seats beneath and a footpath	Y
Led through an orchard wide and disappeared in the meadow	U
Under the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a penthouse	H
Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the roadside	U
Built o'er a box for the poor or the blessed image of Mary	U
Farther down on the slope of the hill was the well with its moss grown	Z
Bucket fastened with iron and near it a trough for the horses	H
Shielding the house from storms on the north were the barns and the farm yard	U
There stood the broad wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows	H
There were the folds for the sheep and there in his feathered seraglio	W
Strutted the lordly turkey and crowed the cock with the selfsame	X
Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter	B
Bursting with hay were the barns themselves a village In each one	P
Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch and a staircase	H
Under the sheltering eaves led up to the odorous corn loft	U
There too the dove cot stood with its meek and innocent inmates	H
Murmuring ever of love while above in the variant breezes	H
Numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation	P
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Thus at peace with God and the world the farmer of Grand Pr	B
Lived on his sunny farm and Evangeline governed his household	U
Many a youth as he knelt in the church and opened his missal	W
Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion	P
Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment	U
Many a suitor came to her door by the darkness befriended	U
And as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps	H
Knew not which beat the louder his heart or the knocker of iron	A2
Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village	K
Bolder grew and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered	U
Hurried words of love that seemed a part of the music	I
But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome	X
Gabriel Lajeunesse the son of Basil the blacksmith	B2
Who was a mighty man in the village and honored of all men	C2
For since the birth of time throughout all ages and nations	H
Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people	W
Basil was Benedict's friend Their children from earliest childhood	U
Grew up together as brother and sister and Father Felician	C2
Priest and pedagogue both in the village had taught them their letters	H
Out of the selfsame book with the hymns of the church and the plain song	D2
But when the hymn was sung and the daily lesson completed	U
Swiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil the blacksmith	B2
There at the door they stood with wondering eyes to behold him	X
Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything	M
Nailing the shoe in its place while near him the tire of the cart wheel	W
Lay like a fiery snake coiled round in a circle of cinders	H
Oft on autumnal eves when without in the gathering darkness	H
Bursting with light seemed the smithy through every cranny and crevice	H
Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows	H
And as its panting ceased and the sparks expired in the ashes	H
Merrily laughed and said they were nuns going into the chapel	W
Oft on sledges in winter as swift as the swoop of the eagle	W
Down the hillside bounding they glided away o'er the meadow	U
Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters	H
Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone which the swallow	U
Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings	H
Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow	U
Thus passed a few swift years and they no longer were children	C2
He was a valiant youth and his face	H

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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