The Maids Of Attitash Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In sky and wave the white clouds swamA
And the blue hills of NottinghamA
Through gaps of leafy greenB
Across the lake were seenB
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When in the shadow of the ashC
That dreams its dream in AttitashC
In the warm summer weatherD
Two maidens sat togetherD
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They sat and watched in idle moodE
The gleam and shade of lake and woodF
The beach the keen light smoteF
The white sail of a boatF
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Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lyingG
In sweetness not in music dyingG
Hardback and virgin's bowerD
And white spiked clethra flowerD
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With careless ears they heard the plashC
And breezy wash of AttitashC
The wood bird's plaintive cryH
The locust's sharp replyH
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And teased the while with playful bandF
The shaggy dog of NewfoundlandF
Whose uncouth frolic spilledF
Their baskets berry filledF
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Then one the beauty of whose eyesI
Was evermore a great surpriseI
Tossed back her queenly headF
And lightly laughing saidF
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'No bridegroom's hand be mine to holdF
That is not lined with yellow goldF
I tread no cottage floorJ
I own no lover poorK
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'My love must come on silken wingsL
With bridal lights of diamond ringsL
Not foul with kitchen smirchC
With tallow dip for torch '-
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The other on whose modest headF
Was lesser dower of beauty shedF
With look for home hearths meetF
And voice exceeding sweetF
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Answered 'We will not rivals beM
Take thou the gold leave love to meM
Mine be the cottage smallN
And thine the rich man's hallN
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'I know indeed that wealth is goodF
But lowly roof and simple foodF
With love that hath no doubtF
Are more than gold without '-
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Hard by a farmer hale and youngO
His cradle in the rye field swungO
Tracking the yellow plainP
With windrows of ripe grainP
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And still whene'er he paused to whetF
His scythe the sidelong glance he metF
Of large dark eyes where stroveQ
False pride and secret loveR
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Be strong young mower of the grainP
That love shall overmatch disdainP
Its instincts soon or lateF
The heart shall vindicateF
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In blouse of gray with fishing rodF
Half screened by leaves a stranger trodF
The margin of the pondF
Watching the group beyondF
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The supreme hours unnoted comeS
Unfelt the turning tides of doomT
And so the maids laughed onU
Nor dreamed what Fate had doneV
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Nor knew the step was Destiny'sL
That rustled in the birchen treesL
As with their lives forecastF
Fisher and mower passedF
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Erelong by lake and rivulet sideF
The summer roses paled and diedF
And Autumn's fingers shedF
The maple's leaves of redF
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Through the long gold hazed afternoonW
Alone but for the diving loonW
The partridge in the brakeX
The black duck on the lakeX
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Beneath the shadow of the ashC
Sat man and maid by AttitashC
And earth and air made roomT
For human hearts to bloomT
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Soft spread the carpets of the sodF
And scarlet oak and golden rodF
With blushes and with smilesL
Lit up the forest aislesL
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The mellow light the lake aslantF
The pebbled margin's ripple chantF
Attempered and low tonedF
The tender mystery ownedF
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And through the dream the lovers dreamedF
Sweet sounds stole in and soft lights streamedF
The sunshine seemed to blessL
The air was a caressL
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Not she who lightly laughed is thereY
With scornful toss of midnight hairY
Her dark disdainful eyesL
And proud lip worldly wiseL
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Her haughty vow is still unsaidF
But all she dreamed and covetedF
Wears half to her surpriseL
The youthful farmer's guiseL
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With more than all her old time prideF
She walks the rye field at his sideF
Careless of cot or hallN
Since love transfigures allN
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Rich beyond dreams the vantage groundF
Of life is gained her hands have foundF
The talisman of oldF
That changes all to goldF
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While she who could for love dispenseL
With all its glittering accidentsL
And trust her heart aloneZ
Finds love and gold her ownZ
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What wealth can buy or art can buildF
Awaits her but her cup is filledF
Even now unto the brimA2
Her world is love and himA2
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The while he heard the Book man drewB2
A length of make believing faceL
With smothered mischief laughing throughB2
'Why you shall sit in Ramsay's placeL
And with his Gentle Shepherd keepC2
On Yankee hills immortal sheepC2
While love lorn swains and maids the seas beyondF
Hold dreamy tryst around your huckleberry pond '-
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The Traveller laughed 'Sir GalahadF
Singing of love the Trouvere's layD2
How should he know the blindfold ladF
From one of Vulcan's forge boys ' 'NayZ
He better sees who stands outsideF
Than they who in procession ride '-
The Reader answered 'selectmen and squireE2
Miss while they make the show that wayside folks admireE2
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'Here is a wild tale of the NorthF2
Our travelled friend will own as oneZ
Fit for a Norland Christmas hearthG2
And lips of Christian AndersenZ
They tell it in the valleys greenZ
Of the fair island he has seenZ
Low lying off the pleasant Swedish shoreJ
Washed by the Baltic Sea and watched by Elsinore '-

John Greenleaf Whittier



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