Mogg Megone - Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Who stands on that cliff like a figure of stone	A
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky	B
Where the spray of the cataract sparkles on high	B
Lonely and sternly save Mogg Megone	A
Close to the verge of the rock is he	C
While beneath him the Saco its work is doing	D
Hurrying down to its grave the sea	C
And slow through the rock its pathway hewing	D
Far down through the mist of the falling river	E
Which rises up like an incense ever	E
The splintered points of the crags are seen	A
With water howling and vexed between	A
While the scooping whirl of the pool beneath	F
Seems an open throat with its granite teeth	F
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But Mogg Megone never trembled yet	G
Wherever his eye or his foot was set	G
He is watchful each form in the moonlight dim	H
Of rock or of tree is seen of him	H
He listens each sound from afar is caught	I
The faintest shiver of leaf and limb	H
But he sees not the waters which foam and fret	G
Whose moonlit spray has his moccasin wet	G
And the roar of their rushing he bears it not	I
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The moonlight through the open bough	J
Of the gnarl'd beech whose naked root	K
Coils like a serpent at his foot	L
Falls checkered on the Indian's brow	J
His head is bare save only where	M
Waves in the wind one lock of hair	M
Reserved for him whoe'er he be	C
More mighty than Megone in strife	N
When breast to breast and knee to knee	C
Above the fallen warrior's life	N
Gleams quick and keen the scalping knife	N
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Megone hath his knife and hatchet and gun	A
And his gaudy and tasselled blanket on	A
His knife hath a handle with gold inlaid	O
And magic words on its polished blade	O
'Twas the gift of Castine to Mogg Megone	A
For a scalp or twain from the Yengees torn	A
His gun was the gift of the Tarrantine	A
And Modocawando's wives had strung	P
The brass and the beads which tinkle and shine	A
On the polished breach and broad bright line	A
Of beaded wampum around it hung	P
What seeks Megone His foes are near	Q
Grey Jocelyn's eye is never sleeping	D
And the garrison lights are burning clear	Q
Where Phillips' men their watch are keeping	D
Let him hie him away through the dank river fog	R
Never rustling the boughs nor displacing the rocks	S
For the eyes and the ears which are watching for Mogg	R
Are keener than those of the wolf or the fox	S
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He starts there's a rustle among the leaves	T
Another the click of his gun in heard	U
A footstep is it the step of Cleaves	T
With Indian blood on his English sword	V
Steals Harmon down from the sands of York	W
With hand of iron and foot of cork	W
Has Scamman versed in Indian wile	X
For vengeance left his vine hung in isle	X
Hark at that whistle soft and low	Y
How lights the eye of Mogg Megone	A
A smile gleams o'er his dusky brow	J
'Boon welcome Johnny Bonython '	-
	-
Out steps with cautious foot and slow	Y
And quick keen glances to and fro	Y
The hunted outlaw Bonython	A
A low lean swarthy man is he	C
With blanket garb and buskined knee	C
And naught of English fashion on	A
For he hates the race from whence he sprung	P
And he couches his words in the Indian tongue	P
	-
'Hush let the Sachem's voice be weak	Z
The water rat shall hear him speak	Z
The owl shall whoop in the white man's ear	A2
That Mogg Megone with his scalps is here '	-
He pauses dark over cheek and brow	J
A flush as of shame is stealing now	J
'Sachem ' he says 'let me have the land	B2
Which stretches away upon either hand	B2
As far about as my feet can stray	C2
In the half of a gentle summer's day	C2
From the leaping brook to the Saco river	E
And the fair hared girl thou hast sought of me	C
Shall sit in the Sachem's wigwam and be	C
The wife of Mogg Megone forever '	-
	-
There's sudden light in the Indian's glance	D2
A moment's trace of powerful feeling	D
Of love or triumph or both perchance	D2
Over his proud calm features stealing	D
'The words of my father are very good	E2
He shall have the land and water and wood	E2
And he who harms the Sagamore John	A
Shall feel the knife of Mogg Megone	A
But the fawn of the Yengees shall sleep on my breast	F2
And the bird of the clearing shall sing in my nest '	-
	-
'But father ' and the Indian's hand	B2
Falls gently on the white man's arm	G2
And with a smile as shrewdly bland	B2
As the deep voice is slow and calm	H2
'Where is my father's singing bird	U
The sunny eye and sunset hair	M
I know I have my father's word	U
And that his word is good and fair	M
But will my father tell me where	M
Megone shall go and look for his bride	I2
For he sees her not by her father's side '	-
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The dark stern eye of Bonython	A
Flashes over the features of Mogg Megone	A
In one of those glances which search within	A
But the stolid calm of the Indian alone	A
Remains where the trace of emotion has been	A
'Does the Sachem doubt Let him go with me	C
And the eyes of the Sachem his bride shall see '	-
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Cautious and slow with pauses oft	J2
And watchful eyes and whispers soft	K2
The twain are stealing through the wood	E2
Leaving the downward rushing flood	L2
Whose deep and solemn roar behind	M2
Grows fainter on the evening wind	M2
Hark is that the angry howl	N2
Of the wolf the hills among	P
Or the hooting of the owl	N2
On his leafy cradle swung	P
Quickly glancing to and fro	Y
Listening to each sound they go	Y
Round the columns of the pine	A
Indistinct in shadow seeming	D
Like some old and pillared shrine	A
With the soft and white moonshine	A
Round the foliage tracery shed	O2
Of each column's branching head	O2
For its lamps of worship gleaming	D
And the sounds awakened there	M
In the pine leaves fine and small	P2
Soft and sweetly musical	Q2
By the fingers of the air	M
For the anthem's dying fall	P2
Lingering round some temple's wall	P2
Niche and cornice round and round	R2
Wailing like the ghost of sound	R2
Is not Nature's worship thus	S2
Ceaseless ever going on	A
Hath it not a voice for us	S2
In the thunder or the tone	A
Of the leaf harp faint and small	P2
Speaking to the unsealed ear	A2
Words of blended love and fear	Q
Of the mighty Soul of all	P2
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Naught had the twain of thoughts like these	T2
As they wound along through the crowded trees	T2
Where never had rung the axeman's stroke	U2
On the gnarled trunk of the rough barked oak	U2
Climbing the dead tree's mossy log	V2
Breaking the mesh of the bramble fine	A
Turning aside the wild grapevine	A
And lightly crossing the quaking bog	R
Whose surface shakes at the leap of the frog	R
And out of whose pools the ghostly fog	R
Creeps into the chill moonshine	A
Yet even that Indian's ear had heard	U
The preaching of the Holy Word	U
Sanchekantacket's isle of sand	B2
Was once his father's hunting land	B2
Where zealous Hiacoomes stood	E2
The wild apostle of the wood	E2
Shook from his soul the fear of harm	G2
And trampled on the Powwaw's charm	G2
Until the wizard's curses hung	P
Suspended on his palsying tongue	P
And the fierce warrior grim and tall	P2
Trembled before the forest Paul	P2
A cottage hidden in the wood	E2
Red through its seams a light is glowing	D
On rock and bough and tree trunk rude	W2
A narrow lustre throwing	D
'Who's there ' a clear firm voice demands	X2
'Hold Ruth 'tis I the Sage more '	-
Quick at the summons hasty hands	X2
Unclose the bolted door	Y2
And on the outlaw's daughter shine	A
The flashes of the kindled pine	A
	-
Tall and erect the maiden stands	X2
Like some young priestess of the wood	E2
The freeborn child of Solitude	W2
And bearing still the wild and rude	W2
Yet noble trace of Nature's hands	X2
Her dark brown cheek has caught its stain	A
More from the sunshine than the rain	A
Yet where her long fair hair is parting	D
A pure white brow into light is starting	D
And where the folds of her blanket sever	E
Are a neck and bosom as white as ever	E
The foam wreaths rise on the leaping river	E
But in the convulsive quiver and grip	Z2
Of the muscles around her bloodless lip	Z2
There is something painful and sad to see	C
And her eye has a glance more sternly wild	A3
Than even that of a forest child	A3
In its fearless and untamed freedom should be	C
Yet seldom in hall or court are seen	A
So queenly a form and so noble a mien	A
As freely and smiling she welcomes them there	M
Her outlawed sire and Mogg Megone	A
'Pray father how does thy hunting fare	M
And Sachem say does Scamman wear	M
In sp	Z2