On The Jellico Spur Of The Cumberlands Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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TO J FOX JRA
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You remember how the mistB
When we climbed to Devil's DenC
Pearly in the mountain glenC
And above us amethystB
Throbbed or circled then awayD
Through the wildwoods oppositeE
Torn and scattered morning litF
Vanished into dewy grayD
Vague as in romance we sawG
From the fog one riven trunkH
Talon like with branches shrunkH
Thrust a monster dragon clawG
And we climbed for hours throughA
The dawn dripping JellicoesG
To a wooded rock that showsG
Undulating leagues of blueA
Summits mountain chains that lieI
Dark with forests bar on barA
Ranging their irregularA
Purple peaks beneath a skyI
Soft as slumber Range on rangeJ
Billow their enormous spinesG
Where the rocks and priestly pinesG
Sit eternal without changeJ
We were sons of Nature thenC
She had taken us to herA
Signalized by brier and burrA
Something more to her than menC
Pupils of her lofty moodsG
From her bloom anointed looksG
Wisdom of no man made booksG
Learned we in those solitudesG
How the seed supplied the flowerA
How the sapling held the oakK
How within the vine awokeK
The wild impulse still to towerA
How in fantasy or mirthL
Springing from her footsteps thereA
Curious fungi everywhereA
Bulged exuded from the earthL
Coral vegetable thingsG
That the underworld exhaledM
Bulbous crystal ribbed and scaledM
Many colored and in ringsG
Like the Indian Pipe that grewA
Pink and white in loamy cracksG
Flowers of a natural waxG
She had turned her fancy toA
On that laureled precipiceG
Where the chestnuts dropped their burrsG
Sweet with balsam of the firsG
First we felt her mother kissG
Full of heaven and the windN
While the forests wood on woodO
Murmured like a multitudeP
Giving praise where none hath sinnedQ
Freedom met us there we sawG
Freedom giving audienceG
In her face the eloquenceG
Lightning like of love and lawG
Round her with majestic hipsG
Lay the giant mountains thereA
Near her cataracts tossed their hairA
God and thunder on their lipsG
Oft an eagle or a hawkR
Or a scavenger we knewA
Winged through altitudes of blueA
By its shadow on the rockS
Or a cloud of templed whiteT
Moved a lazy berg of pearlU
Through the sky's pacific swirlU
Shot with cool cerulean lightT
So we dreamed an hour uponV
That warm rock the lichens mossedT
While around us foliage tossedT
Coins gold minted of the sunW
Then arose and a ravineX
Which a torrent once had wornY
Made our roadway to the cornY
In the valley deep and greenX
And the farm house with its beesG
Where old fashioned flowers spunW
Gay rag carpets in the sunW
Hid among the apple treesG
Here we watched the twilight fallZ
O'er Wolf Mountain sunset madeT
A huge rhododendron rayedT
Round the sun's cloud centered ballZ
Then through scents of herb and soilA2
To the mining camp we turnedT
In the twinkling dusk discernedT
With its white washed homes of toilA2
Ah those nights We wandered forthB2
On some haunted mountain pathC2
When the moon was late and ratheD2
The large stars sowed south and northB2
Splashed with gold the purple skiesG
And the milky zodiacE2
Rolled athwart the belted blackE2
Seemed a path to ParadiseG
And we walked or lingered tillF2
In the valley land beneathG2
Like the vapor of a breathH2
Breathed in frost arose the stillF2
Architecture of the mistT
And the moon dawn's necromanceG
Touched the mist and made it glanceG
Like a town of amethystT
Then around us sharp and brusqueI2
Night's shrill insects strident strungJ2
Instruments that buzzed and sungJ2
Pixy music of the duskI2
And we seemed to hear soft sighsG
And hushed steps of ghostly thingsG
Fluttered feet or rustled wingsG
Moved before us Fire fliesG
Gleaming in the tangled gladeT
Seemed the eyes of warriorsG
Stealing under watching starsG
To some midnight ambuscadeT
To the Indian village thereA
Wigwamed with the mist that sleptT
By the woodland side whence creptT
Shadowy Shawnees of the airA
When the moon rose like a cupK2
Lay the valley brimmed with wineL2
Of mesmeric shade and shineL2
To the moon's pale face held upK2
As she rose from out the minesG
Of the eastern darkness nightT
Met her clad in dewy lightT
'Mid Pine Mountain's sachem pinesG
As from clouds in pearly partsG
Her serene circumference grewA
Home we turned And all night throughA
Dreamed the dreams of happy heartsG

Madison Julius Cawein



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