Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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FAR in the West there lies a desert land where the mountains	A
Lift through perpetual snows their lofty and luminous summits	B
Down from their jagged deep ravines where the gorge like a gateway	C
Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon	D
Westward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and Owyhee	E
Eastward with devious course among the Windriver Mountains	A
Through the Sweet water Valley precipitate leaps the Nebraska	F
And to the south from Fontaine qui bout and the Spanish sierras	G
Fretted with sands and rocks and swept by the wind of the desert	H
Numberless torrents with ceaseless sound descend to the ocean	D
Like the great chords of a harp in loud and solemn vibrations	A
Spreading between these streams are the wondrous beautiful prairies	I
Billowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine	J
Bright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amorphas	I
Over them wandered the buffalo herds and the elk and the roebuck	K
Over them wandered the wolves and herds of riderless horses	I
Fires that blast and blight and winds that are weary with travel	L
Over them wander the scattered tribes of Ishmael's children	D
Staining the desert with blood and above their terrible war trails	I
Circles and sails aloft on pinions majestic the vulture	M
Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered in battle	L
By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens	I
Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders	I
Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift running rivers	I
And the grim taciturn bear the anchorite monk of the desert	H
Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brookside	N
And over all is the sky the clear and crystalline heaven	D
Like the protecting hand of God inverted above them	O
	-
Into this wonderful land at the base of the Ozark Mountains	I
Gabriel far had entered with hunters and trappers behind him	P
Day after day with their Indian guides the maiden and Basil	L
Followed his flying steps and thought each day to o'ertake him	P
Sometimes they saw or thought they saw the smoke of his camp fire	M
Rise in the morning air from the distant plain but at nightfall	Q
When they had reached the place they found only embers and ashes	I
And though their hearts were sad at times and their bodies were weary	E
Hope still guided them on as the magic Fata Morgana	F
Showed them her lakes of light that retreated and vanished before them	O
	-
Once as they sat by their evening fire there silently entered	R
Into the little camp an Indian woman whose features	I
Wore deep traces of sorrow and patience as great as her sorrow	S
She was a Shawnee woman returning home to her people	L
From the far off hunting grounds of the cruel Camanches	I
Where her Canadian husband a Coureur des Bois had been murdered	R
Touched were their hearts at her story and warmest and friendliest welcome	T
Gave they with words of cheer and she sat and feasted among them	O
On the buffalo meat and the venison cooked on the embers	I
But when their meal was done and Basil and all his companions	I
Worn with the long day's march and the chase of the deer and the bison	D
Stretched themselves on the ground and slept where the quivering fire light	U
Flashed on their swarthy cheeks and their forms wrapped up in their blankets	I
Then at the door of Evangeline's tent she sat and repeated	V
Slowly with soft low voice and the charm of her Indian accent	W
All the tale of her love with its pleasures and pains and reverses	I
Much Evangeline wept at the tale and to know that another	M
Hapless heart like her own had loved and had been disappointed	V
Moved to the depths of her soul by pity and woman's compassion	D
Yet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suffered was near her	M
She in turn related her love and all its disasters	I
Mute with wonder the Shawnee sat and when she had ended	X
Still was mute but at length as if a mysterious horror	M
Passed through her brain she spake and repeated the tale of the Mowis	I
Mowis the bridegroom of snow who won and wedded a maiden	D
But when the morning came arose and passed from the wigwam	Y
Fading and melting away and dissolving into the sunshine	J
Till she beheld him no more though she followed far into the forest	Z
Then in those sweet low tones that seemed like a weird incantation	D
Told she the tale of the fair Lilinau who was wooed by a phantom	T
That through the pines o'er her father's lodge in the hush of the twilight	U
Breathed like the evening wind and whispered love to the maiden	D
Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest	Z
And never more returned nor was seen again by her people	L
Silent with wonder and strange surprise Evangeline listened	A2
To the soft flow of her magical words till the region around her	M
Seemed like enchanted ground and her swarthy guest the enchantress	I
Slowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the moon rose	I
Lighting the little tent and with a mysterious splendor	M
Touching the sombre leaves and embracing and filling the woodland	B2
With a delicious sound the brook rushed by and the branches	I
Swayed and sighed overhead in scarcely audible whispers	I
Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline's heart but a secret	C2
Subtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite terror	M
As the cold poisonous snake creeps into the nest of the swallow	S
It was no earthly fear A breath from the region of spirits	I
Seemed to float in the air of night and she felt for a moment	D2
That like the Indian maid she too was pursuing a phantom	T
With this thought she slept and the fear and the phantom had vanished	E2
	-
Early upon the morrow the march was resumed and the Shawnee	E
Said as they journeyed along 'On the western slope of these mountains	I
Dwells in his little village the Black Robe chief of the Mission	D
Much he teaches the people and tells them of Mary and Jesus	I
Loud laugh their hearts with joy and weep with pain as they hear him '	-
Then with a sudden and secret emotion Evangeline answered	R
'Let us go to the Mission for there good tidings await us '	-
Thither they turned their steeds and behind a spur of the mountains	I
Just as the sun went down they heard a murmur of voices	I
And in a meadow green and broad by the bank of a river	M
Saw the tents of the Christians the tents of the Jesuit Mission	D
Under a towering oak that stood in the midst of the village	F2
Knelt the Black Robe chief with his children A crucifix fastened	A2
High on the trunk of the tree and overshadowed by grape vines	I
Looked with its agonized face on the multitude kneeling beneath it	G2
This was their rural chapel Aloft through the intricate arches	I
Of its aerial roof arose the chant of their vespers	I
Mingling its notes with the soft susurrus and sighs of the branches	I
Silent with heads uncovered the travellers nearer approaching	H2
Knelt on the swarded floor and joined in the evening devotions	I
But when the service was done and the benediction had fallen	D
Forth from the hands of the priest like seed from the hands of the sower	M
Slowly the reverend man advanced to the strangers and bade them	O
Welcome and when they replied he smiled with benignant expression	D
Hearing the homelike sounds of his mother tongue in the forest	Z
And with words of kindness conducted them into his wigwam	Y
There upon mats and skins they reposed and on cakes of the maize ear	I2
Feasted and slaked their thirst from the water gourd of the teacher	M
Soon was their story told and the priest with solemnity answered	R
'Not six suns have risen and set since Gabriel seated	X
On this mat by my side where now the maiden reposes	I
Told me this same sad tale then arose and continued his journey '	-
Soft was the voice of the priest and he spake with an accent of kindness	I
But on Evangeline's heart fell his words as in winter the snow flakes	I
Fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed	X
'Far to the north he has gone ' cont	X

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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