The Indian Hunter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFGG HHIIJJ KLMMNN OAPPQQ RRSSLL MMTTDCWhen the summer harvest was gathered in | A |
And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin | A |
And the ploughshare was in its furrow left | B |
Where the stubble land had been lately cleft | B |
An Indian hunter with unstrung bow | C |
Looked down where the valley lay stretched below | D |
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He was a stranger there and all that day | E |
Had been out on the hills a perilous way | E |
But the foot of the deer was far and fleet | F |
And the wolf kept aloof from the hunter's feet | F |
And bitter feelings passed o'er him then | G |
As he stood by the populous haunts of men | G |
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The winds of autumn came over the woods | H |
As the sun stole out from their solitudes | H |
The moss was white on the maple's trunk | I |
And dead from its arms the pale vine shrunk | I |
And ripened the mellow fruit hung and red | J |
Were the tree's withered leaves round it shed | J |
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The foot of the reaper moved slow on the lawn | K |
And the sickle cut down the yellow core | L |
The mower sung loud by the meadow side | M |
Where the mists of evening were spreading wide | M |
And the voice of the herdsmen came up the lea | N |
And the dance went round by the greenwood tree | N |
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Then the hunter turned away from the scene | O |
Where the home of his fathers once had been | A |
And heard by the distant and measured stroke | P |
That the woodman hewed down the giant oak | P |
And burning thoughts flashed over his mind | Q |
Of the white man's faith and love unkind | Q |
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The moon of the harvest grew high and bright | R |
As her golden horn pierced the cloud of white | R |
A footstep was heard in the rustling brake | S |
Where the beech overshadowed the misty lake | S |
And a mourning voice and a plunge from shore | L |
And the hunter was seen on the hills no more | L |
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When years had passed on by that still lakeside | M |
The fisher looked down through the silver tide | M |
And there on the smooth yellow sand displayed | T |
A skeleton wasted and white was laid | T |
And 't was seen as the waters moved deep and slow | D |
That the hand was still grasping a hunter's bow | C |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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