The Witch's Daughter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABB CDD EFF GHH IJJ KLL MNN OPP BQQ BRR STG UVV WBB XBB YZY BBB BA2A2 BBB BB2B2 C2D2D2 BBB2 BBB A2E2E2 F2BB G2B2B2 H2WW I2J2K2 BI2I2 IL2L2 M2I2I2 N2YI BBB BO2O2 P2Q2D2 BM2M2 R2S2S2 IT2T2 BBB D2U2U2 BBB BV2V2 W2BB BX2 U2Y2Z2 S2BB A3B3 C3VV D3E3E3 F3LL G3BB A2H3H3 S2WI3 J3BB J3BB K3BB E2L3L3 M2H2H2 BM3W BA2 H3M2M2 BBB L2B2B2 H3BB BB N3S2S2 BB O3BB BP3P3 A2O3O3 WO3 BSS C3

It was the pleasant harvest timeA
When cellar bins are closely stowedB
And garrets bend beneath their loadB
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And the old swallow haunted barnsC
Brown gabled long and full of seamsD
Through which the moted sunlight streamsD
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And winds blow freshly in to shakeE
The red plumes of the roosted cocksF
And the loose hay mow's scented locksF
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Are filled with summer's ripened storesG
Its odorous grass and barley sheavesH
From their low scaffolds to their eavesH
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On Esek Harden's oaken floorI
With many an autmn threshing wornJ
Lay the heaped ears of unhusked cornJ
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And thither came young men and maidsK
Beneath a moon that large and lowL
Lit that sweet eve of long agoL
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They took their places some by chanceM
And others by a merry voiceN
Or sweet smile guided to their choiceN
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How pleasantly the rising moonO
Between the shadow of the mowsP
Looked on them through the great elm boughsP
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On sturdy boyhood sun embrownedB
On girlhood with its solid curvesQ
Of healthful strength and painless nervesQ
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And jests went round and laughs that madeB
The house dog answer with his howlR
And kept astir the barn yard fowlR
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And quaint old songs their fathers sungS
In Derby dales and Yorkshire moorsT
Ere Norman William trod their shoresG
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And tales whose merry license shookU
The fat sides of the Saxon thaneV
Forgetful of the hovering DaneV
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Rude plays to Celt and Cimbri knownW
The charms and riddles that beguiledB
On Oxus banks the young world s childB
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That primal picture speech whereinX
Have youth and maid the story toldB
So new in each so dateless oldB
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Recalling pastoral Ruth in herY
Who waited blushing and demureZ
The red ear s kiss of forfeitureY
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But still the sweetest voice was muteB
That river valley ever heardB
From lips of maid or throat of birdB
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For Mabel Martin sat apartB
And let the hay mow s shadow fallA2
Upon the loveliest face of allA2
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She sat apart as one forbidB
Who knew that none would condescendB
To own the Witch wife s child a friendB
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The seasons scarce had gone their roundB
Since curious thousands thronged to seeB2
Her mother at the gallows treeB2
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And mocked the prison palsied limbsC2
That faltered on the fatal stairsD2
And wan lip trembling with its prayersD2
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Few questioned of the sorrowing childB
Or when they saw the mother dieB
Dreamed of the daughter s agonyB2
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They went up to their homes that dayB
As men and Christians justifiedB
God willed it and the wretch had diedB
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Dear God and Father of us allA2
Forgive our faith in cruel liesE2
Forgive the blindness that deniesE2
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Forgive thy creature when he takesF2
For the all perfect love Thou artB
Some grim creation of his heartB
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Cast down our idols overturnG2
Our bloody altars let us seeB2
Thyself in Thy humanityB2
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Poor Mabel from her mother s graveH2
Crept to her desolate hearth stoneW
And wrestled with her fate aloneW
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With love and anger and despairI2
The phantoms of disordered senseJ2
The awful doubts of ProvidenceK2
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The school boys jeered her as they passedB
And when she sought the house of prayerI2
Her mother's curse pursued her thereI2
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And still o'er many a neighboring doorI
She saw the horseshoe's curved charmL2
To guard against her mother's harmL2
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That mother poor and sick and lameM2
Who daily by the old arm chairI2
Folded her withered hands in prayerI2
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Who turned in Salem's dreary jailN2
Her worn old Bible o'er and o'erY
When her dim eyes could read no moreI
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Sore tried and pained the poor girl keptB
Her faith and trusted that her wayB
So dark would somewhere meet the dayB
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And still her weary wheel went roundB
Day after day with no reliefO2
Small leisure have the poor for griefO2
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So in the shadow Mabel sitsP2
Untouched by mirth she sees and hearsQ2
Her smile is sadder than her tearsD2
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But cruel eyes have found her outB
And cruel lips repeat her nameM2
And taunt her with her mother's shameM2
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She answered not with railing wordsR2
But drew her apron o'er her faceS2
And sobbing glided from the placeS2
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And only pausing at the doorI
Her sad eyes met the troubled gazeT2
Of one who in her better daysT2
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Had been her warm and steady friendB
Ere yet her mother's doom had madeB
Even Esek Harden half afraidB
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He felt that mute appeal of tearsD2
And starting with an angry frownU2
Hushed all the wicked murmurs downU2
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'Good neighbors mine ' he sternly saidB
'This passes harmless mirth or jestB
I brook no insult to my guestB
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'She is indeed her mother's childB
But God's sweet pity ministersV2
Unto no whiter soul than hersV2
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'Let Goody Martin rest in peaceW2
I never knew her harm a flyB
And witch or not God knows not IB
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'I know who swore her life awayB
And as God lives I'd not condemnX2
An Indian dog on word of them '-
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The broadest lands in all the townU2
The skill to guide the power to aweY2
Were Harden's and his word was lawZ2
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None dared withstand him to his faceS2
But one sly maiden spake asideB
'The little witch is evil eyedB
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'Her mother only killed a cowA3
Or witched a churn or dairy panB3
But she forsooth must charm a man '-
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Poor Mabel in her lonely homeC3
Sat by the window's narrow paneV
White in the moonlight's silver rainV
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The river on its pebbled rimD3
Made music such as childhood knewE3
The door yard tree was whispered throughE3
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By voices such as childhood's earF3
Had heard in moonlights long agoL
And through the willow boughs belowL
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She saw the rippled waters shineG3
Beyond in waves of shade and lightB
The hills rolled off into the nightB
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She saw and heard but over allA2
A sense of some transforming spellH3
The shadow of her sick heart fellH3
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And still across the wooded spaceS2
The harvest lights of Harden shoneW
And song and jest and laugh went onI3
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And he so gentle true and strongJ3
Of men the bravest and the bestB
Had he too scorned her with the restB
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She strove to drown her sense of wrongJ3
And in her old and simple wayB
To teach her bitter heart to prayB
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Poor child the prayer begun in faithK3
Grew to a low despairing cryB
Of utter misery 'Let me dieB
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'Oh take me from the scornful eyesE2
And hide me where the cruel speechL3
And mocking finger may not reachL3
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'I dare not breathe my mother's nameM2
A daughter's right I dare not craveH2
To weep above her unblest graveH2
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'Let me not live until my heartB
With few to pity and with noneM3
To love me hardens into stoneW
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'O God have mercy on Thy childB
Whose faith in Thee grows weak and smallA2
And take me ere I lose it all '-
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A shadow on the moonlight fellH3
And murmuring wind and wave becameM2
A voice whose burden was her nameM2
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Had then God heard her Had He sentB
His angel down In flesh and bloodB
Before her Esek Harden stoodB
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He laid his hand upon her armL2
'Dear Mabel this no more shall beB2
Who scoffs at you must scoff at meB2
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'You know rough Esek Harden wellH3
And if he seems no suitor gayB
And if his hair is touched with grayB
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'The maiden grown shall never findB
His heart less warm than when she smiledB
Upon his knees a little child '-
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Her tears of grief were tears of joyN3
As folded in his strong embraceS2
She looked in Esek Harden's faceS2
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'O truest friend of all'' she saidB
'God bless you for your kindly thoughtB
And make me worthy of my lot '-
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He led her through his dewy fieldsO3
To where the swinging lanterns glowedB
And through the doors the huskers showedB
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'Good friends and neighbors ' Esek saidB
'I'm weary of this lonely lifeP3
In Mabel see my chosen wifeP3
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'She greets you kindly one and allA2
The past is past and all offenceO3
Falls harmless from her innocenceO3
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'Henceforth she stands no more aloneW
You know what Esek Harden isO3
He brooks no wrong to him or his '-
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Now let the merriest tales be toldB
And let the sweetest songs be sungS
That ever made the old heart youngS
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For now the lost has found a homeC3

John Greenleaf Whittier



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