The Death Of Kwasind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBACADEFGAAGAAAGHA GCIBBJBBBABDDHDKKBAC BDGKKHHGHGBCGAGAHGJL HBBHGAAABBAHKBBGMAAB AAHDABDBHABGBHAABAJD ADHCBGGABGBBHCBBBGBB

Far and wide among the nationsA
Spread the name and fame of KwasindB
No man dared to strive with KwasindB
No man could compete with KwasindB
But the mischievous Puk WudjiesA
They the envious Little PeopleC
They the fairies and the pygmiesA
Plotted and conspired against himD
If this hateful Kwasind said theyE
If this great outrageous fellowF
Goes on thus a little longerG
Tearing everything he touchesA
Rending everything to piecesA
Filling all the world with wonderG
What becomes of the Puk WudjiesA
Who will care for the Puk WudjiesA
He will tread us down like mushroomsA
Drive us all into the waterG
Give our bodies to be eatenH
By the wicked Nee ba naw baigsA
By the Spirits of the waterG
So the angry Little PeopleC
All conspired against the Strong ManI
All conspired to murder KwasindB
Yes to rid the world of KwasindB
The audacious overbearingJ
Heartless haughty dangerous KwasindB
Now this wondrous strength of KwasindB
In his crown alone was seatedB
In his crown too was his weaknessA
There alone could he be woundedB
Nowhere else could weapon pierce himD
Nowhere else could weapon harm himD
Even there the only weaponH
That could wound him that could slay himD
Was the seed cone of the pine treeK
Was the blue cone of the fir treeK
This was Kwasind's fatal secretB
Known to no man among mortalsA
But the cunning Little PeopleC
The Puk Wudjies knew the secretB
Knew the only way to kill himD
So they gathered cones togetherG
Gathered seed cones of the pine treeK
Gathered blue cones of the fir treeK
In the woods by TaquamenawH
Brought them to the river's marginH
Heaped them in great piles togetherG
Where the red rocks from the marginH
Jutting overhang the riverG
There they lay in wait for KwasindB
The malicious Little PeopleC
T was an afternoon in SummerG
Very hot and still the air wasA
Very smooth the gliding riverG
Motionless the sleeping shadowsA
Insects glistened in the sunshineH
Insects skated on the waterG
Filled the drowsy air with buzzingJ
With a far resounding war cryL
Down the river came the Strong ManH
In his birch canoe came KwasindB
Floating slowly down the currentB
Of the sluggish TaquamenawH
Very languid with the weatherG
Very sleepy with the silenceA
From the overhanging branchesA
From the tassels of the birch treesA
Soft the Spirit of Sleep descendedB
By his airy hosts surroundedB
His invisible attendantsA
Came the Spirit of Sleep NepahwinH
Like a burnished Dush kwo ne sheK
Like a dragon fly he hoveredB
O'er the drowsy head of KwasindB
To his ear there came a murmurG
As of waves upon a sea shoreM
As of far off tumbling watersA
As of winds among the pine treesA
And he felt upon his foreheadB
Blows of little airy war clubsA
Wielded by the slumbrous legionsA
Of the Spirit of Sleep NepahwinH
As of some one breathing on himD
At the first blow of their war clubsA
Fell a drowsiness on KwasindB
At the second blow they smote himD
Motionless his paddle restedB
At the third before his visionH
Reeled the landscape Into darknessA
Very sound asleep was KwasindB
So he floated down the riverG
Like a blind man seated uprightB
Floated down the TaquamenawH
Underneath the trembling birch treesA
Underneath the wooded headlandsA
Underneath the war encampmentB
Of the pygmies the Puk WudjiesA
There they stood all armed and waitingJ
Hurled the pine cones down upon himD
Struck him on his brawny shouldersA
On his crown defenceless struck himD
Death to Kwasind was the suddenH
War cry of the Little PeopleC
And he sideways swayed and tumbledB
Sideways fell into the riverG
Plunged beneath the sluggish waterG
Headlong as an otter plungesA
And the birch canoe abandonedB
Drifted empty down the riverG
Bottom upward swerved and driftedB
Nothing more was seen of KwasindB
But the memory of the Strong ManH
Lingered long among the peopleC
And whenever through the forestB
Raged and roared the wintry tempestB
And the branches tossed and troubledB
Creaked and groaned and split asunderG
Kwasind cried they that is KwasindB
He is gathering in his fire woodB

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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