Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The South Wind laid his moccasins aside	A
Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs and cast	B
His useless wampun beaded with cool dews	C
Far from him northward his long ruddy spear	D
Flung sunward whence it came and his soft locks	E
Of warm fine haze grew silver as the birch	F
His wigwam of green leaves began to shake	G
The crackling rice beds scolded harsh like squaws	E
The small ponds pouted up their silver lips	E
The great lakes ey'd the mountains whisper'd 'Ugh '	H
'Are ye so tall O chiefs Not taller than	I
Our plumes can reach ' And rose a little way	J
As panthers stretch to try their velvet limbs	E
And then retreat to purr and bide their time	K
At morn the sharp breath of the night arose	E
From the wide prairies in deep struggling seas	E
In rolling breakers bursting to the sky	L
In tumbling surfs all yellow'd faintly thro'	D
With the low sun in mad conflicting crests	E
Voic'd with low thunder from the hairy throats	E
Of the mist buried herds and for a man	I
To stand amid the cloudy roll and moil	M
The phantom waters breaking overhead	N
Shades of vex'd billows bursting on his breast	O
Torn caves of mist wall'd with a sudden gold	P
Reseal'd as swift as seen broad shaggy fronts	E
Fire ey'd and tossing on impatient horns	E
The wave impalpable was but to think	Q
A dream of phantoms held him as he stood	R
The late last thunders of the summer crash'd	S
Where shrieked great eagles lords of naked cliffs	E
The pulseless forest lock'd and interlock'd	T
So closely bough with bough and leaf with leaf	U
So serf'd by its own wealth that while from high	L
The moons of summer kiss'd its green gloss'd locks	E
And round its knees the merry West Wind danc'd	V
And round its ring compacted emerald	W
The south wind crept on moccasins of flame	X
And the fed fingers of th' impatient sun	Y
Pluck'd at its outmost fringes its dim veins	E
Beat with no life its deep and dusky heart	Z
In a deep trance of shadow felt no throb	A2
To such soft wooing answer thro' its dream	B2
Brown rivers of deep waters sunless stole	M
Small creeks sprang from its mosses and amaz'd	C2
Like children in a wigwam curtain'd close	E
Above the great dead heart of some red chief	U
Slipp'd on soft feet swift stealing through the gloom	D2
Eager for light and for the frolic winds	E
In this shrill moon the scouts of winter ran	I
From the ice belted north and whistling shafts	E
Struck maple and struck sumach and a blaze	E
Ran swift from leaf to leaf from bough to bough	E2
Till round the forest flash'd a belt of flame	X
And inward lick'd its tongues of red and gold	P
To the deep tranied inmost heart of all	M
Rous'd the still heart but all too late too late	F2
Too late the branches welded fast with leaves	E
Toss'd loosen'd to the winds too late the sun	Y
Pour'd his last vigor to the deep dark cells	E
Of the dim wood The keen two bladed Moon	G2
Of Falling Leaves roll'd up on crested mists	E
And where the lush rank boughs had foiled the sun	Y
In his red prime her pale sharp fingers crept	H2
After the wind and felt about the moss	E
And seem'd to pluck from shrinking twig and stem	I2
The burning leaves while groan'd the shudd'ring wood	R
Who journey'd where the prairies made a pause	E
Saw burnish'd ramparts flaming in the sun	Y
With beacon fires tall on their rustling walls	E
And when the vast horn'd herds at sunset drew	D
Their sullen masses into one black cloud	J2
Rolling thund'rous o'er the quick pulsating plain	K2
They seem'd to sweep between two fierce red suns	E
Which hunter wise shot at their glaring balls	E
Keen shafts with scarlet feathers and gold barbs	E
By round small lakes with thinner forests fring'd	J2
More jocund woods that sung about the feet	J2
And crept along the shoulders of great cliffs	E
The warrior stags with does and tripping fawns	E
Like shadows black upon the throbbing mist	J2
Of Evening's rose flash'd thro' the singing woods	E
Nor tim'rous sniff'd the spicy cone breath'd air	D
For never had the patriarch of the herd	J2
Seen limn'd against the farthest rim of light	J2
Of the low dipping sky the plume or bow	E2
Of the red hunter nor when stoop'd to drink	Q
Had from the rustling rice beds heard the shaft	J2
Of the still hunter hidden in its spears	E
His bark canoe close knotted in its bronze	E
His form as stirless as the brooding air	D
His dusky eyes too fix'd unwinking fires	E
His bow string tighten'd till it subtly sang	L2
To the long throbs and leaping pulse that roll'd	J2
And beat within his knotted naked breast	J2
There came a morn The Moon of Falling Leaves	E
With her twin silver blades had only hung	M2
Above the low set cedars of the swamp	N2
For one brief quarter when the sun arose	E
Lusty with light and full of summer heat	J2
And pointing with his arrows at the blue	D
Clos'd wigwam curtains of the sleeping moon	G2
Laugh'd with the noise of arching cataracts	E
And with the dove like cooing of the woods	E
And with the shrill cry of the diving loon	G2
And with the wash of saltless rounded seas	E
And mock'd the white moon of the Falling Leaves	E
'Esa esa shame upon you Pale Face	E
'Shame upon you moon of evil witches	E
'Have you kill'd the happy laughing Summer	D
'Have you slain the mother of the Flowers	E
'With your icy spells of might and magic	O2
'Have you laid her dead within my arms	E
'Wrapp'd her mocking in a rainbow blanket	J2
'Drown'd her in the frost mist of your anger	D
'She is gone a little way before me	P2
'Gone an arrow's flight beyond my vision	Y
'She will turn again and come to meet me	P2
'With the ghosts of all the slain flowers	E
'In a blue mist round her shining tresses	E
'In a blue smoke in her naked forests	E
'She will linger kissing all the branches	E
'She will linger touching all the places	E
'Bare and naked with her golden fingers	E
'Saying 'Sleep and dream of me my children	Y
''Dream of me the mystic Indian Summer	D
''I who slain by the cold Moon of Terror	D
''Can return across the path of Spirits	E
''Bearing still my heart of love and fire	D
''Looking with my eyes of warmth and splendour	D
''Whisp'ring lowly thro' your sleep of sunshine	Q2
''I the laughing Summer am not turn'd	J2
''Into dry dust whirling on the prairies	E
''Into red clay crush'd beneath the snowdrifts	E
''I am still the mother of sweet flowers	E
''Growing but an arrow's flight beyond you	D
''In the Happy Hunting Ground the quiver	D
''Of great Manitou where all the arrows	E
''He has shot from his great bow of Pow'r	D
''With its clear bright singing cord of Wisdom	R2
''Are re gather'd plum'd again and brighten'd	J2
''And shot out re barb'd with Love and Wisdom	R2
''Always shot and evermore returning	S2
''Sleep my children smiling in your heart seeds	E
''At the spirit words of Indian Summer ''	H
'Thus O Moon of Falling Leaves I mock you	D
'Have you slain my gold ey'd squaw the Summer '	H
The mighty morn strode laughing up the land	J2
And Max the labourer and the lover stood	J2
Within the forest's edge beside a tree	D
The mossy king of all the woody tribes	E
Whose clatt'ring branches rattl'd shuddering	S2
As the bright axe cleav'd moon like thro' the air	D
Waking strange thunders rousing echoes link'd	J2
From the full lion throated roar to sighs	E
Stealing on dove wings thro' the distant aisles	E
Swift fell the axe swift follow'd roar on roar	D
Till the bare woodland bellow'd in its rage	T2
As the first slain slow toppl'd to his fall	M
'O King of Desolation art thou dead '	H
Thought Max and laughing heart and lips leap'd on	U2
The vast prone trunk 'And have I slain a King	S2
'Above his ashes will I build my house	E
No slave beneath its pillars but a King '	H
Max wrought alone but for a half breed lad	J2
With tough lithe sinews and deep Indian eyes	E
Lit with a Gallic sparkle Max the lover found	J2
The labourer's arms grow mightier day by day	J2
More iron welded as he slew the trees	E
And with the constant yearning of his heart	J2
Towards little Kate part of a world away	J2
His young soul grew and shew'd a virile front	J2
Full muscl'd and large statur'd like his flesh	V2
Soon the great heaps of brush were builded high	L
And like a victor Max made pause to clear	D
His battle field high strewn with tangl'd dead	J2
Then roar'd the crackling mountains and	J2

Isabella Valancy Crawford

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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