Mad River, In The White Mountains Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAA CDCCD AEDEED AFGFFG AHIHHI JKJJL MIMMI NINNI GOGGO GGGGG PQPPQ RIRRI| TRAVELLER | A |
| Why dost thou wildly rush and roar | B |
| Mad River O Mad River | A |
| Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour | B |
| Thy hurrying headlong waters o'er | A |
| This rocky shelf forever | A |
| - | |
| What secret trouble stirs thy breast | C |
| Why all this fret and flurry | D |
| Dost thou not know that what is best | C |
| In this too restless world is rest | C |
| From over work and worry | D |
| - | |
| THE RIVER | A |
| What wouldst thou in these mountains seek | E |
| O stranger from the city | D |
| Is it perhaps some foolish freak | E |
| Of thine to put the words I speak | E |
| Into a plaintive ditty | D |
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| TRAVELLER | A |
| Yes I would learn of thee thy song | F |
| With all its flowing numbers | G |
| And in a voice as fresh and strong | F |
| As thine is sing it all day long | F |
| And hear it in my slumbers | G |
| - | |
| THE RIVER | A |
| A brooklet nameless and unknown | H |
| Was I at first resembling | I |
| A little child that all alone | H |
| Comes venturing down the stairs of stone | H |
| Irresolute and trembling | I |
| - | |
| Later by wayward fancies led | J |
| For the wide world I panted | K |
| Out of the forest dark and dread | J |
| Across the open fields I fled | J |
| Like one pursued and haunted | L |
| - | |
| I tossed my arms I sang aloud | M |
| My voice exultant blending | I |
| With thunder from the passing cloud | M |
| The wind the forest bent and bowed | M |
| The rush of rain descending | I |
| - | |
| I heard the distant ocean call | N |
| Imploring and entreating | I |
| Drawn onward o'er this rocky wall | N |
| I plunged and the loud waterfall | N |
| Made answer to the greeting | I |
| - | |
| And now beset with many ills | G |
| A toilsome life I follow | O |
| Compelled to carry from the hills | G |
| These logs to the impatient mills | G |
| Below there in the hollow | O |
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| Yet something ever cheers and charms | G |
| The rudeness of my labors | G |
| Daily I water with these arms | G |
| The cattle of a hundred farms | G |
| And have the birds for neighbors | G |
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| Men call me Mad and well they may | P |
| When full of rage and trouble | Q |
| I burst my banks of sand and clay | P |
| And sweep their wooden bridge away | P |
| Like withered reeds or stubble | Q |
| - | |
| Now go and write thy little rhyme | R |
| As of thine own creating | I |
| Thou seest the day is past its prime | R |
| I can no longer waste my time | R |
| The mills are tired of waiting | I |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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