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John Greenleaf Whittier

Toussaint L-ouverture Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'T WAS night The tranquil moonlight smile	A
With which Heaven dreams of Earth shed down	B
Its beauty on the Indian isle	A
On broad green field and white walled town	B
And inland waste of rock and wood	C
In searching sunshine wild and rude	D
Rose mellowed through the silver gleam	E
Soft as the landscape of a dream	E
All motionless and dewy wet	F
Tree vine and flower in shadow met	F
The myrtle with its snowy bloom	G
Crossing the nightshade's solemn gloom	G
The white cecropia's silver rind	H
Relieved by deeper green behind	H
The orange with its fruit of gold	I
The lithe paullinia's verdant fold	I
The passion flower with symbol holy	J
Twining its tendrils long and lowly	J
The rhexias dark and cassia tall	K
And proudly rising over all	K
The kingly palm's imperial stem	L
Crowned with its leafy diadem	L
Star like beneath whose sombre shade	M
The fiery winged cucullo played	M
How lovely was thine aspect then	N
Fair island of the Western Sea	J
Lavish of beauty even whe	O
Thy brutes were happier than thy men	N
For they at least were free	J
Regardless of thy glorious clime	L
Unmindful of thy soil of flowers	P
The toiling negro sighed that Time	L
No faster sped his hours	P
For by the dewy moonlight still	Q
He fed the weary turning mill	Q
Or bent him in the chill morass	R
To pluck the long and tangled grass	R
And hear above his scar worn back	S
The heavy slave whip's frequent crack	S
While in his heart one evil thought	T
In solitary madness wrought	T
One baleful fire surviving still	Q
The quenching of the immortal mind	H
One sterner passion of his kind	H
Which even fetters could not kill	Q
The savage hope to deal erelong	S
A vengeance bitterer than his wrong	S
Hark to that cry long loud and shrill	Q
From field and forest rock and hill	Q
Thrilling and horrible it rang	S
Around beneath above	U
The wild beast from his cavern sprang	S
The wild bird from her grove	V
Nor fear nor joy nor agony	J
Were mingled in that midnight cry	W
But like the lion's growl of wrath	X
When falls that hunter in his path	X
Whose barbed arrow deeply set	F
Is rankling in his bosom yet	F
It told of hate full deep and strong	S
Of vengeance kindling out of wrong	S
It was as if the crimes of years	Y
The unrequited toil the tears	Z
The shame and hate which liken well	A2
Earth's garden to the nether hell	A2
Had found in nature's self a tongue	S
On which the gathered horror hung	S
As if from cliff and stream and glen	N
Burst on the startled ears of men	N
That voice which rises unto God	B2
Solemn and stern the cry of blood	C2
It ceased and all was still once more	D2
Save ocean chafing on his shore	D2
The sighing of the wind between	E2
The broad banana's leaves of green	E2
Or bough by restless plumage shook	S
Or murmuring voice of mountain brook	S
Brief was the silence Once again	N
Pealed to the skies that frantic yell	A2
Glowed on the heavens a fiery stain	F2
And flashes rose and fell	A2
And painted on the blood red sky	W
Dark naked arms were tossed on high	W
And round the white man's lordly hall	K
Trod fierce and free the brute he made	M
And those who crept along the wall	K
And answered to his lightest call	K
With more than spaniel dread	G2
The creatures of his lawless beck	S
Were trampling on his very neck	S
And on the night air wild and clear	H2
Rose woman's shriek of more than fear	H2
For bloodied arms were round her thrown	I2
Aan dark cheeks pressed against her own	I2
Then injured Afric for the shame	L
Of thy own daughters vengeance came	L
Full on the scornful hearts of those	J2
Who mocked thee in thy nameless woes	J2
And to thy hapless children gave	K2
One choice pollution or the grave	K2
Where then was he whose fiery zeal	L2
Had taught the trampled heart to feel	L2
Until despair itself grew strong	S
And vengeance fed its torch from wrong	S
Now when the thunderbolt is speeding	S
Now when oppression's heart is bleeding	S
Now when the latent curse of Time	L
Is raining down in fire and blood	C2
That curse which through long years of crime	L
Has gathered drop by drop its flood	C2
Why strikes he not the foremost one	M2
Where murder's sternest deeds are done	M2
He stood the aged palms beneath	N2
That shadowed o'er his humble door	D2
Listening with half suspended breath	O2
To the wild sounds of fear and death	O2
Toussaint L'Ouverture	D2
What marvel that his heart beat high	W
The blow for freedom had been given	M2
And blood had answered to the cry	W
Which Earth sent up to Heaven	M2
What marvel that a fierce delight	P2
Smiled grimly o'er his brow of night	P2
As groan and shout and bursting flame	L
Told where the midnight tempest came	L
With blood and fire along its van	Q2
And death behind he was a Man	Q2
Yes dark souled chieftain if the light	P2
Of mild Religion's heavenly ray	D2
Unveiled not to thy mental sight	P2
The lowlier and the purer way	D2
In which the Holy Sufferer trod	B2
Meekly amidst the sons of crime	L
That calm reliance upon God	B2
For justice in His own good time	L
That gentleness to which belongs	R2
Forgiveness for its many wrongs	R2
Even as the primal martyr kneeling	S
For mercy on the evil dealing	S
Let not the favored white man name	L
Thy stern appeal with words of blame	L
Has he not with the light of heaven	M2
Broadly around him made the same	L
Yea on his thousand war fields striven	M2
And gloried in his ghastly shame	L
Kneeling amidst his brother's blood	C2
To offer mockery unto God	B2
As if the High and Holy One	M2
Could smile on deeds of murder done	M2
As if a human sacrifice	S2
Were purer in His holy eyes	T2
Though offered up by Christian hands	U2
Than the foul rites of Pagan lands	U2
	V2
Sternly amidst his household band	W2
His carbine grasped within his hand	W2
The white man stood prepared and still	Q
Waiting the shock of maddened men	N
Unchained and fierce as tigers when	N
The horn winds through their caverned hill	Q
And one was weeping in his sight	P2
The sweetest flower of all the isle	A
The bride who seemed but yesternight	P2
Love's fair embodied smile	A
And clinging to her trembling knee	J
Looked up the form of infancy	J
With tearful glance in either face	X2
The secret of its fear to trace	X2
'Ha stand or die ' The white man's eye	W
His steady musket gleamed along	S
As a tall Negro hastened nigh	W
With fearless step and strong	S
'What ho Toussaint ' A moment more	D2
His shadow crossed the lighted floor	D2
'Away ' he shouted 'fly with me	J
The white man's bark is on the sea	J
Her sails must catch the seaward wind	P2
For sudden vengeance sweeps behind	P2
Our brethren from their graves have spoken	M2
The yoke is spurned the chain is broken	M2
On all the hills our fires are glowing	S
Through all the vales red blood is flowing	S
No more the mocking White shall rest	P2
His foot upon the Negro's breast	P2
No more at morn or eve shall drip	Y2
The warm blood from the driver's whip	Y2
Yet though Tonssaint has vengeance sworn	Z2
For all the wrongs his race have borne	Z2
Though for each drop of Negro blood	P2
The white man's veins shall pour a flood	P2
Not all alone the sense of ill	Q
Around his heart is lingering still	Q
Nor deeper can the white man feel	L2
The generous warmth of grateful zeal	L2
Friends of the Negro fly with me	J
The path is open to the sea	J
Away for life ' He spoke and pressed	P2
The young child to his manly breast	P2
As headlong through the cracking cane	F2
Down swept the dark insurgent train	F2
Drunken and grim with shout and yell	A2
Howled through the dark like sounds from hell	A2
Far out in peace the white man's sail	A3
Swayed free before the sunrise gale	A3
Cloud like that island hung afar	D2
Along the bright horizon's verge	B3
O'er which the curse of servile war	D2
Rolled its red torrent surge on surge	B3
And he the Negro champion where	D2
In the fierce tumult struggled he	J
Go trace him by the fiery glare	D2
Of dwellings in the midnight air	D2
The yells of triumph and despair	D2
The streams that crimson to the sea	J
Sleep calmly in thy dungeon tomb	L
Beneath Besan on's alien sky	W
Dark Haytien for the time shall come	L
Yea even now is nigh	W
When everywhere thy name sh	C3