Evangeline: Part The Second. I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCABDEAFGHIHJGKGBLA EMNONBHAPAGQRAKRHRGS RSAGTAASUALSAABVWHHV VSBHSXGGGAAAYAZ

MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand PrA
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departedB
Bearing a nation with all its household gods into exileC
Exile without an end and without an example in storyA
Far asunder on separate coasts the Acadians landedB
Scattered were they like flakes of snow when the wind from the northeastD
Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of NewfoundlandE
Friendless homeless hopeless they wandered from city to cityA
From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannasF
From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of WatersG
Seizes the hills in his hands and drags them down to the oceanH
Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammothI
Friends they sought and homes and many despairing heart brokenH
Asked of the earth but a grave and no longer a friend nor a firesideJ
Written their history stands on tablets of stone in the churchyardsG
Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wanderedK
Lowly and meek in spirit and patiently suffering all thingsG
Fair was she and young but alas before her extendedB
Dreary and vast and silent the desert of life with its pathwayL
Marked by the graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before herA
Passions long extinguished and hopes long dead and abandonedE
As the emigrant's way o'er the Western desert is marked byM
Camp fires long consumed and bones that bleach in the sunshineN
Something there was in her life incomplete imperfect unfinishedO
As if a morning of June with all its music and sunshineN
Suddenly paused in the sky and fading slowly descendedB
Into the east again from whence it late had arisenH
Sometimes she lingered in towns till urged by the fever within herA
Urged by a restless longing the hunger and thirst of the spiritP
She would commence again her endless search and endeavorA
Sometimes in churchyards strayed and gazed on the crosses and tombstonesG
Sat by some nameless grave and thought that perhaps in its bosomQ
He was already at rest and she longed to slumber beside himR
Sometimes a rumor a hearsay an inarticulate whisperA
Came with its airy hand to point and beckon her forwardK
Sometimes she spake with those who had seen her beloved and known himR
But it was long ago in some far off place or forgottenH
'Gabriel Lajeunesse ' they said 'O yes we have seen himR
He was with Basil the blacksmith and both have gone to the prairiesG
Coureurs des Bois are they and famous hunters and trappers 'S
'Gabriel Lajeunesse ' said others 'O yes we have seen himR
He is a Voyageur in the lowlands of Louisiana 'S
Then would they say 'Dear child why dream and wait for him longerA
Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel othersG
Who have hearts as tender and true and spirits as loyalT
Here is Baptiste Leblanc the notary's son who has loved theeA
Many a tedious year come give him thy hand and be happyA
Thou art too fair to be left to braid St Catherine's tresses 'S
Then would Evangeline answer serenely but sadly 'I cannotU
Whither my heart has gone there follows my hand and not elsewhereA
For when the heart goes before like a lamp and illumines the pathwayL
Many things are made clear that else lie hidden in darkness 'S
Thereupon the priest her friend and father confessorA
Said with a smile 'O daughter thy God thus speaketh within theeA
Talk not of wasted affection affection never was wastedB
If it enrich not the heart of another its waters returningV
Back to their springs like the rain shall fill them full of refreshmentW
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountainH
Patience accomplish thy labor accomplish thy work of affectionH
Sorrow and silence are strong and patient endurance is godlikeV
Therefore accomplish thy labor of love till the heart is made godlikeV
Purified strengthened perfected and rendered more worthy of heaven 'S
Cheered by the good man's words Evangeline labored and waitedB
Still in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the oceanH
But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered 'Despair not 'S
Thus did that poor soul wander in want and cheerless discomfortX
Bleeding barefooted over the shards and thorns of existenceG
Let me essay O Muse to follow the wanderer's footstepsG
Not through each devious path each changeful year of existenceG
But as a traveller follows a streamlet's course through the valleyA
Far from its margin at times and seeing the gleam of its waterA
Here and there in some open space and at intervals onlyA
Then drawing nearer its banks through sylvan glooms that conceal itY
Though he behold it not he can hear its continuous murmurA
Happy at length if he find the spot where it reaches an outletZ

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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