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 C3It was the pleasant harvest time | A |
When cellar bins are closely stowed | B |
And garrets bend beneath their load | B |
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And the old swallow haunted barns | C |
Brown gabled long and full of seams | D |
Through which the moted sunlight streams | D |
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And winds blow freshly in to shake | E |
The red plumes of the roosted cocks | F |
And the loose hay mow's scented locks | F |
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Are filled with summer's ripened stores | G |
Its odorous grass and barley sheaves | H |
From their low scaffolds to their eaves | H |
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On Esek Harden's oaken floor | I |
With many an autmn threshing worn | J |
Lay the heaped ears of unhusked corn | J |
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And thither came young men and maids | K |
Beneath a moon that large and low | L |
Lit that sweet eve of long ago | L |
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They took their places some by chance | M |
And others by a merry voice | N |
Or sweet smile guided to their choice | N |
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How pleasantly the rising moon | O |
Between the shadow of the mows | P |
Looked on them through the great elm boughs | P |
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On sturdy boyhood sun embrowned | B |
On girlhood with its solid curves | Q |
Of healthful strength and painless nerves | Q |
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And jests went round and laughs that made | B |
The house dog answer with his howl | R |
And kept astir the barn yard fowl | R |
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And quaint old songs their fathers sung | S |
In Derby dales and Yorkshire moors | T |
Ere Norman William trod their shores | G |
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And tales whose merry license shook | U |
The fat sides of the Saxon thane | V |
Forgetful of the hovering Dane | V |
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Rude plays to Celt and Cimbri known | W |
The charms and riddles that beguiled | B |
On Oxus banks the young world s child | B |
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That primal picture speech wherein | X |
Have youth and maid the story told | B |
So new in each so dateless old | B |
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Recalling pastoral Ruth in her | Y |
Who waited blushing and demure | Z |
The red ear s kiss of forfeiture | Y |
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But still the sweetest voice was mute | B |
That river valley ever heard | B |
From lips of maid or throat of bird | B |
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For Mabel Martin sat apart | B |
And let the hay mow s shadow fall | A2 |
Upon the loveliest face of all | A2 |
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She sat apart as one forbid | B |
Who knew that none would condescend | B |
To own the Witch wife s child a friend | B |
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The seasons scarce had gone their round | B |
Since curious thousands thronged to see | B2 |
Her mother at the gallows tree | B2 |
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And mocked the prison palsied limbs | C2 |
That faltered on the fatal stairs | D2 |
And wan lip trembling with its prayers | D2 |
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Few questioned of the sorrowing child | B |
Or when they saw the mother die | B |
Dreamed of the daughter s agony | B2 |
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They went up to their homes that day | B |
As men and Christians justified | B |
God willed it and the wretch had died | B |
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Dear God and Father of us all | A2 |
Forgive our faith in cruel lies | E2 |
Forgive the blindness that denies | E2 |
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Forgive thy creature when he takes | F2 |
For the all perfect love Thou art | B |
Some grim creation of his heart | B |
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Cast down our idols overturn | G2 |
Our bloody altars let us see | B2 |
Thyself in Thy humanity | B2 |
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Poor Mabel from her mother s grave | H2 |
Crept to her desolate hearth stone | W |
And wrestled with her fate alone | W |
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With love and anger and despair | I2 |
The phantoms of disordered sense | J2 |
The awful doubts of Providence | K2 |
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The school boys jeered her as they passed | B |
And when she sought the house of prayer | I2 |
Her mother's curse pursued her there | I2 |
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And still o'er many a neighboring door | I |
She saw the horseshoe's curved charm | L2 |
To guard against her mother's harm | L2 |
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That mother poor and sick and lame | M2 |
Who daily by the old arm chair | I2 |
Folded her withered hands in prayer | I2 |
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Who turned in Salem's dreary jail | N2 |
Her worn old Bible o'er and o'er | Y |
When her dim eyes could read no more | I |
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Sore tried and pained the poor girl kept | B |
Her faith and trusted that her way | B |
So dark would somewhere meet the day | B |
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And still her weary wheel went round | B |
Day after day with no relief | O2 |
Small leisure have the poor for grief | O2 |
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So in the shadow Mabel sits | P2 |
Untouched by mirth she sees and hears | Q2 |
Her smile is sadder than her tears | D2 |
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But cruel eyes have found her out | B |
And cruel lips repeat her name | M2 |
And taunt her with her mother's shame | M2 |
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She answered not with railing words | R2 |
But drew her apron o'er her face | S2 |
And sobbing glided from the place | S2 |
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And only pausing at the door | I |
Her sad eyes met the troubled gaze | T2 |
Of one who in her better days | T2 |
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Had been her warm and steady friend | B |
Ere yet her mother's doom had made | B |
Even Esek Harden half afraid | B |
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He felt that mute appeal of tears | D2 |
And starting with an angry frown | U2 |
Hushed all the wicked murmurs down | U2 |
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'Good neighbors mine ' he sternly said | B |
'This passes harmless mirth or jest | B |
I brook no insult to my guest | B |
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'She is indeed her mother's child | B |
But God's sweet pity ministers | V2 |
Unto no whiter soul than hers | V2 |
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'Let Goody Martin rest in peace | W2 |
I never knew her harm a fly | B |
And witch or not God knows not I | B |
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'I know who swore her life away | B |
And as God lives I'd not condemn | X2 |
An Indian dog on word of them ' | - |
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The broadest lands in all the town | U2 |
The skill to guide the power to awe | Y2 |
Were Harden's and his word was law | Z2 |
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None dared withstand him to his face | S2 |
But one sly maiden spake aside | B |
'The little witch is evil eyed | B |
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'Her mother only killed a cow | A3 |
Or witched a churn or dairy pan | B3 |
But she forsooth must charm a man ' | - |
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Poor Mabel in her lonely home | C3 |
Sat by the window's narrow pane | V |
White in the moonlight's silver rain | V |
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The river on its pebbled rim | D3 |
Made music such as childhood knew | E3 |
The door yard tree was whispered through | E3 |
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By voices such as childhood's ear | F3 |
Had heard in moonlights long ago | L |
And through the willow boughs below | L |
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She saw the rippled waters shine | G3 |
Beyond in waves of shade and light | B |
The hills rolled off into the night | B |
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She saw and heard but over all | A2 |
A sense of some transforming spell | H3 |
The shadow of her sick heart fell | H3 |
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And still across the wooded space | S2 |
The harvest lights of Harden shone | W |
And song and jest and laugh went on | I3 |
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And he so gentle true and strong | J3 |
Of men the bravest and the best | B |
Had he too scorned her with the rest | B |
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She strove to drown her sense of wrong | J3 |
And in her old and simple way | B |
To teach her bitter heart to pray | B |
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Poor child the prayer begun in faith | K3 |
Grew to a low despairing cry | B |
Of utter misery 'Let me die | B |
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'Oh take me from the scornful eyes | E2 |
And hide me where the cruel speech | L3 |
And mocking finger may not reach | L3 |
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'I dare not breathe my mother's name | M2 |
A daughter's right I dare not crave | H2 |
To weep above her unblest grave | H2 |
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'Let me not live until my heart | B |
With few to pity and with none | M3 |
To love me hardens into stone | W |
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'O God have mercy on Thy child | B |
Whose faith in Thee grows weak and small | A2 |
And take me ere I lose it all ' | - |
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A shadow on the moonlight fell | H3 |
And murmuring wind and wave became | M2 |
A voice whose burden was her name | M2 |
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Had then God heard her Had He sent | B |
His angel down In flesh and blood | B |
Before her Esek Harden stood | B |
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He laid his hand upon her arm | L2 |
'Dear Mabel this no more shall be | B2 |
Who scoffs at you must scoff at me | B2 |
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'You know rough Esek Harden well | H3 |
And if he seems no suitor gay | B |
And if his hair is touched with gray | B |
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'The maiden grown shall never find | B |
His heart less warm than when she smiled | B |
Upon his knees a little child ' | - |
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Her tears of grief were tears of joy | N3 |
As folded in his strong embrace | S2 |
She looked in Esek Harden's face | S2 |
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'O truest friend of all'' she said | B |
'God bless you for your kindly thought | B |
And make me worthy of my lot ' | - |
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He led her through his dewy fields | O3 |
To where the swinging lanterns glowed | B |
And through the doors the huskers showed | B |
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'Good friends and neighbors ' Esek said | B |
'I'm weary of this lonely life | P3 |
In Mabel see my chosen wife | P3 |
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'She greets you kindly one and all | A2 |
The past is past and all offence | O3 |
Falls harmless from her innocence | O3 |
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'Henceforth she stands no more alone | W |
You know what Esek Harden is | O3 |
He brooks no wrong to him or his ' | - |
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Now let the merriest tales be told | B |
And let the sweetest songs be sung | S |
That ever made the old heart young | S |
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For now the lost has found a home | C3 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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