Evangeline: Part The First. V. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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FOUR times the sun had risen and set and now on the fifth dayA
Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm houseB
Soon o'er the yellow fields in silent and mournful processionC
Came from the neighboring hamlets and farms the Acadian womenC
Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea shoreD
Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellingsE
Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodlandF
Close at their sides their children ran and urged on the oxenC
While in their little hands they clasped some fragments of playthingsE
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Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried and there on the sea beachG
Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasantsH
All day long between theshore and the ships did the boats plyI
All day long the wains came laboring down from the villageJ
Late in the afternoon when the sun was near to his settingK
Echoed far o'er the fields came the roll of drums from the churchyardL
Thither the women and children thronged On a sudden the church doorsM
Opened and forth came the guard and marching in gloomy processionC
Followed the long imprisoned but patient Acadian farmersN
Even as pilgrims who journey afar from their homes and their countryO
Sing as they go and in singing forget they are weary and waywornC
So with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants descendedP
Down from the church to the shore amid their wives and their daughtersN
Foremost the young men came and raising together their voicesQ
Sang they with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic MissionsR
'Sacred heart of the Saviour O inexhaustible fountainC
Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience '-
Then the old men as they marched and the women that stood by the waysideS
Joined in the sacred psalm and the birds in the sunshine above themT
Mingled their notes therewith like voices of spirits departedP
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Half way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silenceU
Not overcome with grief but strong in the hour of afflictionC
Calmly and sadly she waited until the procession approached herV
And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotionC
Tears then filled her eyes and eagerly running to meet himW
Clasped she his hands and laid her head on his shoulder and whisperedX
'Gabriel be of good cheer for if we love one anotherV
Nothing in truth can harm us whatever mischances may happen '-
Smiling she spake these words then suddenly paused for her fatherV
Saw she slowly advancing Alas how changed was his aspectY
Gone was the glow from his cheek and the fire from his eye and his footstepZ
Heavier seemed with the weight of the heavy heart in his bosomA2
But with a smile and a sigh she clasped his neck and embraced himW
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed notB2
Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful processionC
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There disorder prevailed and the tumult and stir of embarkingK
Busily plied the freighted boats and in the confusionC
Wives were torn from their husbands and mothers too late saw their childrenC
Left on the land extending their arms with wildest entreatiesC2
So unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carriedD2
While in despair on the shore Evangeline stood with her fatherV
Half the task was not done when the sun went down and the twilightE2
Deepened and darkened around and in haste the refluent oceanC
Fled away from the shore and left the line of the sand beachG
Covered with waifs of the tide with kelp and the slippery sea weedD2
Farther back in the midst of the household goods and the wagonsR
Like to a gypsy camp or a leaguer after a battleF2
All escape cut off by the sea and the sentinels near themT
Lay encamped for the night the houseless Acadian farmersN
Back to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing oceanC
Dragging adown the beach the rattling pebbles and leavingK
Inland and far up the shore the stranded boats of the sailorsN
Then as the night descended the herds returned from their pasturesN
Sweet was the moist still air with the odor of milk from their uddersN
Lowing they waited and long at the well known bars of the farm yardL
Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaidL
Silence reigned in the streets from the church no Angelus soundedL
Rose no smoke from the roofs and gleamed no lights from the windowsN
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But on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been kindledL
Built of the drift wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempestL
Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were gatheredL
Voices of women were heard and of men and the crying of childrenC
Onward from fire to fire as from hearth to hearth in his parishG2
Wandered the faithful priest consoling and blessing and cheeringK
Like unto shipwrecked Paul on Melita's desolate sea shoreD
Thus he approached the place where Evangeline sat with her fatherV
And in the flickering light beheld the face of the old manC
Haggard and hollow and wan and without either thought or emotionC
E'en as the face of a clock from which the hands have been takenC
Vainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer himW
Vainly offered him food yet he moved not he looked not he spake notL
But with a vacant stare ever gazed at the flickering fire lightL
'Benedicite ' murmured the priest in tones of compassionC
More he fain would have said but his heart was full and his accentsN
Faltered and paused on his lips as the feet of a child on a thresholdL
Hushed by the scene he beholds and the awful presence of sorrowH2
Silently therefore he laid his hand on the head of the maidenC
Raising his eyes full of tears to the silent stars that above themT
Moved on their way unperturbed by the wrongs and sorrows of mortalsN
Then sat he down at her side and they wept together in silenceN
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Suddenly rose from the south a light as in autumn the blood redL
Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven and o'er the horizonC
Titan like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadowH2
Seizing the rocks and the rivers and piling huge shadows togetherV
Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the villageJ
Gleamed on the sky and the sea and the ships that lay in the roadsteadH2
Columns of shining smoke uprose and flashes of flame wereV
Thrust through their folds and withdrawn like the quivering hands of a martyrV
Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch and upliftingK
Whirled them aloft through the air at once from a hundred house topsN
Started the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame intermingledH2
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These things beheld in dismay the crowd on the shore and on shipboardH2
Speechless at first they stood then cried aloud in their anguishG2
'We shall behold no more our homes in the village of Grand Pr '-
Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm yardsN
Thinking the day had dawned and anon the lowing of cattleF2
Came on the evening breeze by the barking of dogs interruptedH2
Then rose a sound of dread such as startles the sleeping encampmentsN
Far in the western prairies or forests that skirt the NebraskaI2
When the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the speed of the whirlwindH2
Or the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the riverV
Such was the sound that arose on the night as the herds and the horsesN
Broke through their folds and fences and madly rushed o'er the meadowsN
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Overwhelmed with the sight yet speechless the priest and the maidenC
Gazed on the scene of terror that reddened and widened before themT
And as they turned at length to speak to their silent companionC
Lo from his seat he had fallen and stretched abroad on the sea shoreD
Motionless lay his form from which the soul had departedH2
Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head and the maidenC
Knelt at her father's side and wailed aloud in her terrorV
Then in a swoon she sank and lay with her head on his bosomA2
TH2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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