Mogg Megone - Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Mogg Megone - Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Tis morning over Norridgewock	A
On tree and wigwam wave and rock	A
Bathed in the autumnal sunshine stirred	B
At intervals by breeze and bird	B
And wearing all the hues which glow	C
In heaven's own pure and perfect bow	D
That glorious picture of the air	E
Which summer's light robed angel forms	F
On the dark ground of fading storms	F
With pencil dipped in sunbeams there	E
And stretching out on either hand	G
O'er all that wide and unshorn land	G
Till weary of its gorgeousness	F
The aching and the dazzled eye	H
Rests gladdened on the calm blue sky	H
Slumbers the mighty wilderness	F
The oak upon the windy hill	I
Its dark green burthen upward heaves	F
The hemlock broods above its rill	I
Its cone like foliage darker still	I
Against the birch's graceful stem	J
And the rough walnut bough receives	F
The sun upon its crowded leaves	F
Each colored like a topaz gem	J
And the tall maple wears with them	J
The coronal which autumn gives	F
The brief bright sign of ruin near	K
The hectic of a dying year	K
	-
The hermit priest who lingers now	D
On the Bald Mountain's shrubless brow	D
The gray and thunder smitten pile	L
Which marks afar the Desert Isle	L
While gazing on the scene below	C
May half forget the dreams of home	M
That nightly with his slumbers come	N
The tranquil skies of sunny France	F
The peasant's harvest song and dance	F
The vines around the hillsides wreathing	H
The soft airs midst their clusters breathing	H
The wings which dipped the stars which shone	O
Within thy bosom blue Garonne	O
And round the Abbey's shadowed wall	P
At morning spring and even fall	P
Sweet voices in the still air singing	H
The chant of many a holy hymn	O
The solemn bell of vespers ringing	H
And hallowed torchlight falling dim	O
On pictured saint and seraphim	O
For here beneath him lies unrolled	G
Bathed deep in morning's flood of gold	G
A vision gorgeous as the dream	O
Of the beautified may seem	O
When as his Church's legends say	F
Borne upward in ecstatic bliss	F
The rapt enthusiast soars away	F
Unto a brighter world than this	F
A mortal's glimpse beyond the pale	Q
A moment's lifting of the veil	Q
	-
Far eastward o'er the lovely bay	F
Penobscot's clustered wigwams lay	F
And gently from that Indian town	O
The verdant hillside slopes adown	O
To where the sparkling waters play	F
Upon the yellow sands below	C
And shooting round the winding shores	F
Of narrow capes and isles which lie	H
Slumbering to ocean's lullaby	H
With birchen boat and glancing oars	F
The red men to their fishing go	C
While from their planting ground is borne	O
The treasure of the golden corn	O
By laughing girls whose dark eyes glow	C
Wild through the locks which o'er them flow	C
The wrinkled squaw whose toil is done	O
Sits on her bear skin in the sun	O
Watching the huskers with a smile	L
For each full ear which swells the pile	L
And the old chief who nevermore	R
May bend the bow or pull the oar	R
Smokes gravely in his wigwam door	R
Or slowly shapes with axe of stone	O
The arrow head from flint and bone	O
	-
Beneath the westward turning eye	H
A thousand wooded islands lie	H
Gems of the waters with each hue	S
Of brightness set in ocean's blue	S
Each bears aloft its tuft of trees	F
Touched by the pencil of the frost	G
And with the motion of each breeze	F
A moment seen a moment lost	G
Changing and blent confused and tossed	G
The brighter with the darker crossed	G
Their thousand tints of beauty glow	C
Down in the restless waves below	C
And tremble in the sunny skies	F
As if from waving bough to bough	D
Flitted the birds of paradise	F
There sleep Placentia's group and there	E
Pere Breteaux marks the hour of prayer	E
And there beneath the sea worn cliff	T
On which the Father's hut is seen	O
The Indian stays his rocking skiff	T
And peers the hemlock boughs between	O
Half trembling as he seeks to look	H
Upon the Jesuit's Cross and Book	H
There gloomily against the sky	H
The Dark Isles rear their summits high	H
And Desert Rock abrupt and bare	E
Lifts its gray turrets in the air	E
Seen from afar like some stronghold	G
Built by the ocean kings of old	G
And faint as smoke wreath white and thin	O
Swells in the north vast Katahdin	O
And wandering from its marshy feet	G
The broad Penobscot comes to meet	G
And mingle with his own bright bay	F
Slow sweep his dark and gathering floods	F
Arched over by the ancient woods	F
Which Time in those dim solitudes	F
Wielding the dull axe of Decay	F
Alone hath ever shorn away	F
	-
Not thus within the woods which hide	G
The beauty of thy azure tide	G
And with their falling timbers block	H
Thy broken currents Kennebec	H
Gazes the white man on the wreck	H
Of the down trodden Norridgewock	H
In one lone village hemmed at length	U
In battle shorn of half their strength	U
Turned like the panther in his lair	E
With his fast flowing life blood wet	G
For one last struggle of despair	E
Wounded and faint but tameless yet	G
Unreaped upon the planting lands	F
The scant neglected harvest stands	F
No shout is there no dance no song	H
The aspect of the very child	G
Scowls with a meaning sad and wild	G
Of bitterness and wrong	H
The almost infant Norridgewock	H
Essays to lift the tomahawk	H
And plucks his father's knife away	F
To mimic in his frightful play	F
The scalping of an English foe	C
Wreathes on his lip a horrid smile	L
Burns like a snake's his small eye while	L
Some bough or sapling meets his blow	C
The fisher as he drops his line	O
Starts when he sees the hazels quiver	V
Along the margin of the river	V
Looks up and down the rippling tide	G
And grasps the firelock at his side	G
For Bomazeen from Tacconock	H
Has sent his runners to Norridgewock	H
With tidings that Moulton and Harmon of York	H
Far up the river have come	O
They have left their boats they have entered the wood	G
And filled the depths of the solitude	G
With the sound of the ranger's drum	O
	-
On the brow of a hill which slopes to meet	G
The flowing river and bathe its feet	G
The bare washed rock and the drooping grass	F
And the creeping vine as the waters pass	F
A rude and unshapely chapel stands	F
Built up in that wild by unskilled hands	F
Yet the traveller knows it a place of prayer	E
For the holy sign of the cross is there	E
And should he chance at that place to be	W
Of a Sabbath morn or some hallowed day	F
When prayers are made and masses are said	G
Some for the living and some for the dead	G
Well might that traveller start to see	W
The tall dark forms that take their way	F
From the birch canoe on the river shore	R
And the forest paths to that chapel door	R
And marvel to mark the naked knees	F
And the dusky foreheads bending there	E
While in coarse white vesture over these	F
In blessing or in prayer	E
Stretching abroad his thin pale hands	F
Like a shrouded ghost the Jesuit stands	F
	-
Two forms are now in that chapel dim	O
The Jesuit silent and sad and pale	Q
Anxiously heeding some fearful tale	Q
Which a stranger is telling him	O
That stranger's garb is soiled and torn	O
And wet with dew and loosely worn	O
Her fair neglected hair falls down	O
O'er cheeks with wind and sunshine brown	O
Yet still in that disordered face	F
The Jesuit's cautious eye can trace	F
Those elements of former grace	F
Which half effaced seem scarcely less	F
Even now than perfect loveliness	F
	-
With drooping head and voice so low	C
That scarce it meets the Jesuit's ears	F
While through her clasped fingers flow	C
From the heart's fountain hot and slow	C
Her penitential tears	F
She tells the story of the woe	C
And evil of her years	F
	-
'O father bear with me my heart	G
Is sick and death like and my brain	O
Seems girdled with a fiery chain	O
Whose scorching links will never part	G
And never cool again	O
Bear with me while I speak but turn	O
Away that gentle eye the while	L
The fires of guilt more fiercely burn	O
Beneath its holy smile	L
For half I fancy I can see	F
My mother's sainted look in thee	F
	-
'My dear lost mother sad and pale	Q
Mournfully sinking day by day	F
And with a hold on life as frail	Q
As frosted leaves that thin and gray	F
Hang feebly on their parent spray	F
And tremble in the gale	Q
Yet watching o'er my childishness	F
With patient fondness not the less	F
For all the agony which k	F