The Witch Of Wenham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDC EFGF H I IJKJ LMN OEPE QRSR TUV W XC PYZA2 RUB2 C2JD2J RGE2G F2G2B2G2 H2B2LB2 H2I2J2I2 K2L2GL2 M2N2C2N2 JSO2S P2EQ2 R2JS2J T2UR U2JV2 W2FX2F GCA SAY2A Z2A3B3A3 AIC3RC3 D3E3QE3 F3C3I2C3 U2G3C3 C G3H3 G C2 I I3 ZJ3K3J3 C3C2L3M3 GC3N3C3 O3C3P3C3 Q3C3GC3 R3S3T3S3 RVLV AC3U3C3 T3U3C2 V3OW3O G3GC2 X3QWQ CR3Y3R3 C2Z3A4B4 T3C3C4C3 HEAE D4AG Z2C3K3C3 E4F4G4F4 I2C3H4C3 I4CJ4C K3K4C3K4 Z3T3L4T3 BM4GM4 N4GJG

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Along Crane River's sunny slopesB
Blew warm the winds of MayC
And over Naumkeag's ancient oaksD
The green outgrew the grayC
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The grass was green on Rial sideE
The early birds at willF
Waked up the violet in its dellG
The wind flower on its hillF
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'Where go you in your Sunday coatH
Son Andrew tell me pray '-
For striped perch in Wenham LakeI
I go to fish to day '-
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'Unharmed of thee in Wenham LakeI
The mottled perch shall beJ
A blue eyed witch sits on the bankK
And weaves her net for theeJ
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'She weaves her golden hair she singsL
Her spell song low and faintM
The wickedest witch in Salem jailN
Is to that girl a saint '-
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'Nay mother hold thy cruel tongueO
God knows ' the young man criedE
'He never made a whiter soulP
Than hers by Wenham sideE
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'She tends her mother sick and blindQ
And every want suppliesR
To her above the blessed BookS
She lends her soft blue eyesR
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'Her voice is glad with holy songsT
Her lips are sweet with prayerU
Go where you will in ten miles roundV
Is none more good and fair '-
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'Son Andrew for the love of GodW
And of thy mother stay '-
She clasped her hands she wept aloudX
But Andrew rode awayC
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'O reverend sir my Andrew's soulP
The Wenham witch has caughtY
She holds him with the curled goldZ
Whereof her snare is wroughtA2
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'She charms him with her great blue eyesR
She binds him with her hairU
Oh break the spell with holy wordsB2
Unbind him with a prayer '-
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'Take heart ' the painful preacher saidC2
'This mischief shall not beJ
The witch shall perish in her sinsD2
And Andrew shall go freeJ
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'Our poor Ann Putnam testifiesR
She saw her weave a spellG
Bare armed loose haired at full of moonE2
Around a dried up wellG
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''Spring up O well ' she softly sangF2
The Hebrew's old refrainG2
For Satan uses Bible wordsB2
Till water flowed a mainG2
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'And many a goodwife heard her speakH2
By Wenham water wordsB2
That made the buttercups take wingsL
And turn to yellow birdsB2
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'They say that swarming wild bees seekH2
The hive at her commandI2
And fishes swim to take their foodJ2
From out her dainty handI2
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'Meek as she sits in meeting timeK2
The godly ministerL2
Notes well the spell that doth compelG
The young men's eyes to herL2
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'The mole upon her dimpled chinM2
Is Satan's seal and signN2
Her lips are red with evil breadC2
And stain of unblest wineN2
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'For Tituba my Indian saithJ
At Quasycung she tookS
The Black Man's godless sacramentO2
And signed his dreadful bookS
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'Last night my sore afflicted childP2
Against the young witch criedE
To take her Marshal Herrick ridesQ2
Even now to Wenham side '-
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The marshal in his saddle satR2
His daughter at his kneeJ
'I go to fetch that arrant witchS2
Thy fair playmate ' quoth heJ
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'Her spectre walks the parsonageT2
And haunts both hall and stairU
They know her by the great blue eyesR
And floating gold of hair '-
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'They lie they lie my father dearU2
No foul old witch is sheJ
But sweet and good and crystal pureV2
As Wenham waters be '-
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'I tell thee child the Lord hath setW2
Before us good and illF
And woe to all whose carnal lovesX2
Oppose His righteous willF
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'Between Him and the powers of hellG
Choose thou my child to dayC
No sparing hand no pitying eyeA
When God commands to slay '-
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He went his way the old wives shookS
With fear as he drew nighA
The children in the dooryards heldY2
Their breath as he passed byA
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Too well they knew the gaunt gray horseZ2
The grim witch hunter rodeA3
The pale Apocalyptic beastB3
By grisly Death bestrodeA3
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Oh fair the face of Wenham LakeI
Upon the young girl's shoneC3
Her tender mouth her dreaming eyesR
Her yellow hair outblownC3
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By happy youth and love attunedD3
To natural harmoniesE3
The singing birds the whispering windQ
She sat beneath the treesE3
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Sat shaping for her bridal dressF3
Her mother's wedding gownC3
When lo the marshal writ in handI2
From Alford hill rode downC3
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His face was hard with cruel fearU2
He grasped the maiden's handsG3
'Come with me unto Salem townC3
For so the law commands '-
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'Oh let me to my mother sayC
Farewell before I go '-
He closer tied her little handsG3
Unto his saddle bowH3
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'Unhand me ' cried she piteouslyG
'For thy sweet daughter's sake '-
'I'll keep my daughter safe ' he saidC2
'From the witch of Wenham Lake '-
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'Oh leave me for my mother's sakeI
She needs my eyes to see '-
'Those eyes young witch the crows shall peckI3
From off the gallows tree '-
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He bore her to a farm house oldZ
And up its stairway longJ3
And closed on her the garret doorK3
With iron bolted strongJ3
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The day died out the night came downC3
Her evening prayer she saidC2
While through the dark strange faces seemedL3
To mock her as she prayedM3
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The present horror deepened allG
The fears her childhood knewC3
The awe wherewith the air was filledN3
With every breath she drewC3
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And could it be she trembling askedO3
Some secret thought or sinC3
Had shut good angels from her heartP3
And let the bad ones inC3
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Had she in some forgotten dreamQ3
Let go her hold on HeavenC3
And sold herself unwittinglyG
To spirits unforgivenC3
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Oh weird and still the dark hours passedR3
No human sound she heardS3
But up and down the chimney stackT3
The swallows moaned and stirredS3
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And o'er her with a dread surmiseR
Of evil sight and soundV
The blind bats on their leathern wingsL
Went wheeling round and roundV
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Low hanging in the midnight skyA
Looked in a half faced moonC3
Was it a dream or did she hearU3
Her lover's whistled tuneC3
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She forced the oaken scuttle backT3
A whisper reached her earU3
'Slide down the roof to me ' it saidC2
'So softly none may hear '-
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She slid along the sloping roofV3
Till from its eaves she hungO
And felt the loosened shingles yieldW3
To which her fingers clungO
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Below her lover stretched his handsG3
And touched her feet so smallG
'Drop down to me dear heart ' he saidC2
'My arms shall break the fall '-
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He set her on his pillion softX3
Her arms about him twinedQ
And noiseless as if velvet shodW
They left the house behindQ
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But when they reached the open wayC
Full free the rein he castR3
Oh never through the mirk midnightY3
Rode man and maid more fastR3
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Along the wild wood paths they spedC2
The bridgeless streams they swamZ3
At set of moon they passed the BassA4
At sunrise AgawamB4
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At high noon on the MerrimacT3
The ancient ferrymanC3
Forgot at times his idle oarsC4
So fair a freight to scanC3
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And when from off his grounded boatH
He saw them mount and rideE
'God keep her from the evil eyeA
And harm of witch ' he criedE
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The maiden laughed as youth will laughD4
At all its fears gone byA
'He does not know ' she whispered lowG
'A little witch am I '-
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All day he urged his weary horseZ2
And in the red sundownC3
Drew rein before a friendly doorK3
In distant Berwick townC3
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A fellow feeling for the wrongedE4
The Quaker people feltF4
And safe beside their kindly hearthsG4
The hunted maiden dweltF4
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Until from off its breast the landI2
The haunting horror threwC3
And hatred born of ghastly dreamsH4
To shame and pity grewC3
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Sad were the year's spring morns and sadI4
Its golden summer dayC
But blithe and glad its withered fieldsJ4
And skies of ashen grayC
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For spell and charm had power no moreK3
The spectres ceased to roamK4
And scattered households knelt againC3
Around the hearths of homeK4
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And when once more by Beaver DamZ3
The meadow lark outsangT3
And once again on all the hillsL4
The early violets sprangT3
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And all the windy pasture slopesB
Lay green within the armsM4
Of creeks that bore the salted seaG
To pleasant inland farmsM4
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The smith filed off the chains he forgedN4
The jail bolts backward fellG
And youth and hoary age came forthJ
Like souls escaped from hellG

John Greenleaf Whittier



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