The Song Of Hiawatha Vi: Hiawatha's Friends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Two good friends had HiawathaA
Singled out from all the othersB
Bound to him in closest unionC
And to whom he gave the right handD
Of his heart in joy and sorrowE
Chibiabos the musicianC
And the very strong man KwasindD
Straight between them ran the pathwayF
Never grew the grass upon itD
Singing birds that utter falsehoodsG
Story tellers mischief makersB
Found no eager ear to listenC
Could not breed ill will between themH
For they kept each other's counselI
Spake with naked hearts togetherJ
Pondering much and much contrivingK
How the tribes of men might prosperJ
Most beloved by HiawathaA
Was the gentle ChibiabosB
He the best of all musiciansB
He the sweetest of all singersB
Beautiful and childlike was heL
Brave as man is soft as womanC
Pliant as a wand of willowE
Stately as a deer with antlersB
When he sang the village listenedD
All the warriors gathered round himM
All the women came to hear himM
Now he stirred their souls to passionC
Now he melted them to pityL
From the hollow reeds he fashionedD
Flutes so musical and mellowE
That the brook the SebowishaN
Ceased to murmur in the woodlandD
That the wood birds ceased from singingK
And the squirrel AdjidaumoM
Ceased his chatter in the oak treeL
And the rabbit the WabassoB
Sat upright to look and listenC
Yes the brook the SebowishaN
Pausing said 'O ChibiabosB
Teach my waves to flow in musicK
Softly as your words in singing 'O
Yes the bluebird the OwaissaB
Envious said 'O ChibiabosB
Teach me tones as wild and waywardD
Teach me songs as full of frenzy 'O
Yes the robin the OpecheeN
Joyous said 'O ChibiabosB
Teach me tones as sweet and tenderJ
Teach me songs as full of gladness 'O
And the whippoorwill WawonaissaB
Sobbing said 'O ChibiabosB
Teach me tones as melancholyL
Teach me songs as full of sadness 'O
All the many sounds of natureJ
Borrowed sweetness from his singingK
All the hearts of men were softenedD
By the pathos of his musicK
For he sang of peace and freedomM
Sang of beauty love and longingK
Sang of death and life undyingK
In the Islands of the BlessedD
In the kingdom of PonemahM
In the land of the HereafterJ
Very dear to HiawathaA
Was the gentle ChibiabosB
He the best of all musiciansB
He the sweetest of all singersB
For his gentleness he loved himM
And the magic of his singingK
Dear too unto HiawathaA
Was the very strong man KwasindD
He the strongest of all mortalsB
He the mightiest among manyL
For his very strength he loved himM
For his strength allied to goodnessB
Idle in his youth was KwasindD
Very listless dull and dreamyL
Never played with other childrenC
Never fished and never huntedD
Not like other children was heL
But they saw that much he fastedD
Much his Manito entreatedD
Much besought his Guardian SpiritD
'Lazy Kwasind ' said his motherJ
'In my work you never help meL
In the Summer you are roamingK
Idly in the fields and forestsB
In the Winter you are coweringK
O'er the firebrands in the wigwamM
In the coldest days of WinterJ
I must break the ice for fishingK
With my nets you never help meL
At the door my nets are hangingK
Dripping freezing with the waterJ
Go and wring them YenadizzeB
Go and dry them in the sunshine 'O
Slowly from the ashes KwasindD
Rose but made no angry answerJ
From the lodge went forth in silenceB
Took the nets that hung togetherJ
Dripping freezing at the doorwayF
Like a wisp of straw he wrung themM
Like a wisp of straw he broke themM
Could not wring them without breakingK
Such the strength was in his fingersB
'Lazy Kwasind ' said his fatherJ
'In the hunt you never help meL
Every bow you touch is brokenC
Snapped asunder every arrowE
Yet come with me to the forestD
You shall bring the hunting homeward 'O
Down a narrow pass they wanderedD
Where a brooklet led them onwardD
Where the trail of deer and bisonC
Marked the soft mud on the marginC
Till they found all further passageP
Shut against them barred securelyL
By the trunks of trees uprootedD
Lying lengthwise lying crosswiseB
And forbidding further passageP
'We must go back ' said the old manQ
'O'er these logs we cannot clamberJ
Not a woodchuck could get through themM
Not a squirrel clamber o'er them 'O
And straightway his pipe he lightedD
And sat down to smoke and ponderJ
But before his pipe was finishedD
Lo the path was cleared before himM
All the trunks had Kwasind liftedD
To the right hand to the left handD
Shot the pine trees swift as arrowsB
Hurled the cedars light as lancesB
'Lazy Kwasind ' said the young menR
As they sported in the meadowE
'Why stand idly looking at usB
Leaning on the rock behind youS
Come and wrestle with the othersB
Let us pitch the quoit together 'O
Lazy Kwasind made no answerJ
To their challenge made no answerJ
Only rose and slowly turningK
Seized the huge rock in his fingersB
Tore it from its deep foundationC
Poised it in the air a momentD
Pitched it sheer into the riverJ
Sheer into the swift PauwatingK
Where it still is seen in SummerJ
Once as down that foaming riverJ
Down the rapids of PauwatingK
Kwasind sailed with his companionsB
In the stream he saw a beaverJ
Saw Ahmeek the King of BeaversB
Struggling with the rushing currentsB
Rising sinking in the waterJ
Without speaking without pausingK
Kwasind leaped into the riverJ
Plunged beneath the bubbling surfaceB
Through the whirlpools chased the beaverJ
Followed him among the islandsB
Stayed so long beneath the waterJ
That his terrified companionsB
Cried 'Alas good by to KwasindD
We shall never more see Kwasind 'O
But he reappeared triumphantD
And upon his shining shouldersB
Brought the beaver dead and drippingK
Brought the King of all the BeaversB
And these two as I have told youS
Were the friends of HiawathaA
Chibiabos the musicianC
And the very strong man KwasindD
Long they lived in peace togetherJ
Spake with naked hearts togetherJ
Pondering much and much contrivingK
How the tribes of men might prosperJ

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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