The Song Of Hiawatha Xi: Hiawatha's Wedding-feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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You shall hear how Pau Puk KeewisA
How the handsome YenadizzeA
Danced at Hiawatha's weddingB
How the gentle ChibiabosA
He the sweetest of musiciansA
Sang his songs of love and longingB
How Iagoo the great boasterC
He the marvellous story tellerC
Told his tales of strange adventureC
That the feast might be more joyousA
That the time might pass more gaylyD
And the guests be more contentedE
Sumptuous was the feast NokomisA
Made at Hiawatha's weddingB
All the bowls were made of bass woodF
White and polished very smoothlyD
All the spoons of horn of bisonG
Black and polished very smoothlyD
She had sent through all the villageH
Messengers with wands of willowD
As a sign of invitationG
As a token of the feastingB
And the wedding guests assembledI
Clad in all their richest raimentI
Robes of fur and belts of wampumJ
Splendid with their paint and plumageH
Beautiful with beads and tasselsA
First they ate the sturgeon NahmaJ
And the pike the MaskenozhaK
Caught and cooked by old NokomisA
Then on pemican they feastedI
Pemican and buffalo marrowD
Haunch of deer and hump of bisonG
Yellow cakes of the MondaminG
And the wild rice of the riverC
But the gracious HiawathaL
And the lovely Laughing WaterC
And the careful old NokomisA
Tasted not the food before themJ
Only waited on the othersA
Only served their guests in silenceA
And when all the guests had finishedI
Old Nokomis brisk and busyA
From an ample pouch of otterC
Filled the red stone pipes for smokingB
With tobacco from the South landI
Mixed with bark of the red willowD
And with herbs and leaves of fragranceA
Then she said 'O Pau Puk KeewisA
Dance for us your merry dancesA
Dance the Beggar's Dance to please usA
That the feast may be more joyousA
That the time may pass more gaylyD
And our guests be more contented 'M
Then the handsome Pau Puk KeewisA
He the idle YenadizzeA
He the merry mischief makerC
Whom the people called the Storm FoolD
Rose among the guests assembledI
Skilled was he in sports and pastimesA
In the merry dance of snow shoesA
In the play of quoits and ball playD
Skilled was he in games of hazardI
In all games of skill and hazardI
Pugasaing the Bowl and CountersA
Kuntassoo the Game of Plum stonesA
Though the warriors called him Faint HeartI
Called him coward ShaugodayaN
Idler gambler YenadizzeA
Little heeded he their jestingB
Little cared he for their insultsA
For the women and the maidensA
Loved the handsome Pau Puk KeewisA
He was dressed in shirt of doeskinG
White and soft and fringed with ermineG
All inwrought with beads of wampumJ
He was dressed in deer skin leggingsA
Fringed with hedgehog quills and ermineG
And in moccasins of buck skinG
Thick with quills and beads embroideredI
On his head were plumes of swan's downG
On his heels were tails of foxesA
In one hand a fan of feathersA
And a pipe was in the otherC
Barred with streaks of red and yellowD
Streaks of blue and bright vermilionG
Shone the face of Pau Puk KeewisA
From his forehead fell his tressesA
Smooth and parted like a woman'sA
Shining bright with oil and plaitedI
Hung with braids of scented grassesA
As among the guests assembledI
To the sound of flutes and singingB
To the sound of drums and voicesA
Rose the handsome Pau Puk KeewisA
And began his mystic dancesA
First he danced a solemn measureC
Very slow in step and gestureC
In and out among the pine treesA
Through the shadows and the sunshineG
Treading softly like a pantherC
Then more swiftly and still swifterC
Whirling spinning round in circlesA
Leaping o'er the guests assembledI
Eddying round and round the wigwamJ
Till the leaves went whirling with himJ
Till the dust and wind togetherC
Swept in eddies round about himJ
Then along the sandy marginG
Of the lake the Big Sea WaterC
On he sped with frenzied gesturesA
Stamped upon the sand and tossed itI
Wildly in the air around himJ
Till the wind became a whirlwindI
Till the sand was blown and siftedI
Like great snowdrifts o'er the landscapeO
Heaping all the shores with Sand DunesA
Sand Hills of the Nagow WudjooH
Thus the merry Pau Puk KeewisA
Danced his Beggar's Dance to please themJ
And returning sat down laughingB
There among the guests assembledI
Sat and fanned himself serenelyD
With his fan of turkey feathersA
Then they said to ChibiabosA
To the friend of HiawathaL
To the sweetest of all singersA
To the best of all musiciansA
'Sing to us O ChibiabosA
Songs of love and songs of longingB
That the feast may be more joyousA
That the time may pass more gaylyD
And our guests be more contented 'M
And the gentle ChibiabosA
Sang in accents sweet and tenderC
Sang in tones of deep emotionG
Songs of love and songs of longingB
Looking still at HiawathaL
Looking at fair Laughing WaterC
Sang he softly sang in this wiseA
'Onaway Awake belovedI
Thou the wild flower of the forestI
Thou the wild bird of the prairieD
Thou with eyes so soft and fawn likeB
'If thou only lookest at meD
I am happy I am happyD
As the lilies of the prairieD
When they feel the dew upon themJ
'Sweet thy breath is as the fragranceA
Of the wild flowers in the morningB
As their fragrance is at eveningB
In the Moon when leaves are fallingB
'Does not all the blood within meD
Leap to meet thee leap to meet theeD
As the springs to meet the sunshineG
In the Moon when nights are brightestI
'Onaway my heart sings to theeD
Sings with joy when thou art near meD
As the sighing singing branchesA
In the pleasant Moon of StrawberriesA
'When thou art not pleased belovedI
Then my heart is sad and darkenedI
As the shining river darkensA
When the clouds drop shadows on itI
'When thou smilest my belovedI
Then my troubled heart is brightenedI
As in sunshine gleam the ripplesA
That the cold wind makes in riversA
'Smiles the earth and smile the watersA
Smile the cloudless skies above usA
But I lose the way of smilingB
When thou art no longer near meD
'I myself myself behold meD
Blood of my beating heart behold meD
Oh awake awake belovedI
Onaway awake beloved 'M
Thus the gentle ChibiabosA
Sang his song of love and longingB
And Iagoo the great boasterD
He the marvellous story tellerD
He the friend of old NokomisA
Jealous of the sweet musicianG
Jealous of the applause they gave himJ
Saw in all the eyes around himJ
Saw in all their looks and gesturesA
That the wedding guests assembledI
Longed to hear his pleasant storiesA
His immeasurable falsehoodsA
Very boastful was IagooB
Never heard he an adventureD
But himself had met a greaterD
Never any deed of daringB
But himself had done a bolderD
Never any marvellous storyD
But himself could tell a strangerD
Would you listen to his boastingB
Would you only give him credenceA
No one ever shot an arrowD
Half so far and high as he hadI
Ever caught so many fishesA
Ever killed so many reindeerD
Ever trapped so many beaverD
None could run so fast as he couldI
None could dive so deep as he couldI
None could swim so far as he couldI
None had made so many journeysA
None had seen so many wondersA
As this wonderful IagooB
As this marvellous story tellerD
Thus his name became a by wordI
And a jest among the peopleD
And whene'er a boastful hunterD
Praised his own address too highlyD
Or a warrior home returningB
Talked too much of his achievementsA
All his hearers cried 'IagooB
Here's Iagoo come among us 'M
He it was who carved the cradleD
Of the little HiawathaL
Carved its framework out of lindenG
Bound it strong with reindeer sinewsA
He it was who taught him laterD
How to make his bows and arrowsA
How to make the bows of ash treeD
And the arrows of the oak treeD
So among the guests assembledI
At my Hiawatha's weddingB
Sat Iagoo old and uglyD
Sat the marvellousA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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