The Ohio Falls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGCHIJKLMN OPQRSDTDUVWXYZA2B2C2 SCD2E2 F2G2CH2I2 J2K2QL2M2D2N2O2P2IGQ 2ZR2S2T2U2V2W2 Q2X2Y2P2Z2LHA3A3L2L2 L2A3A3ZB3A3A3A3 L2NC3A3D3L2A3ZZZA3E3 NA3A3ZA3ZZZF3A3G3ZL2 A3NH3NA3I3 A3L2J3ZL2K3L3A3E3 ZZJ3M3ZZZNA3N3A3G2ZZ ZS2A3F2

Here on this jutting headland where the treesA
Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to castB
And count his golden guineas on we'll stayC
For hence is the best prospect of the FallsD
Whose roar no more astounds the startled earE
As when we bent and marked it from the bridgeF
Seething beneath and bounding like a steedG
A tameless steed with mane of flying sprayC
Between the pillars rising sheer aboveH
But mark how soft its clamor now is grownI
Incessant rush like that of vernal grovesJ
When like some sweet surprise a wand'ring windK
Precursor of the coming rain rides downL
From a gray cloud and sets their leafy tonguesM
A gabbing of the fresh impending showerN
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There runs the dam and where its dark line cutsO
The river's sheen already you may seeP
The ripples glancing to the fervid sunQ
As if the waves had couched a hundred spearsR
And tossed a hundred plumes of fleecy foamS
In answer to the challenge of the FallsD
Blown on his bugle from the battlementsT
Of his subaqueous city's rocky wallsD
And now you see their maddened coursers chargeU
Hear wavy hoof strokes on the jagged stonesV
That pave the pathway of the current beatW
While billowing they ride to ringing listsX
With shout and yell and toss their hundred plumesY
And shock their riply spears in tournamentZ
Upon the opposing billows' shining shieldsA2
Now sinks a pennon but 'tis raised againB2
There falls or breaks a spear or sparkling swordC2
A shattered helmet flies in flakes of foamS
And on the frightened wind hisses awayC
And o'er it all you hear the sound the roarD2
Of waves that fall in onset or that striveE2
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On on they come a beautiful mad troopF2
On on along the sandy banks that flingG2
Red pebble freckled arms far out to stayC
The riotous waves that ride and hurl alongH2
In casque and shield and wind their wat'ry hornsI2
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And there where thousand oily eddies whirlJ2
And turn and turn like busy wheels of steelK2
Is the Big Eddy whose deep bottom noneQ
As yet have felt with sounding plummet lineL2
Like a huge giant wily in its strengthM2
The Eddy lies and bending from the shoreD2
The spotted sycamores have looked and lookedN2
Watching his motions as a school boy mightO2
A sleeping serpent coiled upon his pathP2
So long they've watched that their old backs have grownI
Hump'd gnarl'd and crooked nor seem they this to heedG
But gaze and gaze and from the glossy wavesQ2
Their images stare back their wondermentZ
Mayhap they've seen the guardian Genius lieR2
At its dark bottom in an oozy caveS2
Of shattered rock recumbent on his maceT2
Of mineral his locks of dripping greenU2
Circling a crown of ore his fishy eyesV2
Dull with the monotony of his aqueous realmsW2
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But when the storm's abroad and smites the wavesQ2
With stinging lashes of the myriad rainX2
Or scars with thunder some ancestral oakY2
Sire of a forest then he wakes in wrathP2
And on the dark foundations of the streamZ2
Stands monarch of the flood in iron crownL
And murmurs till the tempest fiends aboveH
Stand stark with awe and all the eddy breaksA3
To waves like those whose round and murky bulksA3
Ribbed white with foam wallow like battened swineL2
Along yon ridge of ragged rock o'erstrewnL2
With petrifactions of Time's earliest dawnL2
Mollusks and trilobites and honey combsA3
Of coral white and here and there a massA3
Of what seems writhing reptiles there convolvedZ
And in one moment when the change did comeB3
Which made and unmade continents and seasA3
That teemed and groaned with dire monstrositiesA3
Had froze their glossy spines to sable stonesA3
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There where uprises a dun knoll o'erstrewnL2
With black and rotten stumps in the mid riverN
Erst rose an island green and beautifulC3
With willows beeches dappled sycamoresA3
Corn Island on whose rich and fertile soilD3
The early pioneers a colonyL2
Attempted once to found ere ever thisA3
Fair City of the Falls now echoing toZ
The tingling bustle of its busy tradeZ
Was dreamed of Here the woodman builtZ
His rude log cabin here he sowed his maizeA3
Here saw it tassel 'neath the Summer's smileE3
And glance like ranks of feathered Indians thro'N
The misty vistas of the broken woodsA3
Here reaped and sheaved its wealth of ivory earsA3
When Autumn came like a brown Indian maidZ
Tripping from the pink sunset o'er the hillsA3
That blushed for love and cast beneath her feetZ
Untold of gold in leaves and yellow fruitZ
Here lived the pioneer and here he diedZ
And mingled his rough dust with the raw earthF3
Of that long isle which now disparted standsA3
And nothing save a bed of limestone rockG3
Where in the quarry you may see the blastZ
Spout heavenward the dust and dirt and stoneL2
And flap and pound its echoes 'round the hillsA3
Like giant strokes of some huge airy hammerN
And that lone mound of stumpy earth to showH3
That there once stood an isle as rich and fairN
As any isle that rises up to kissA3
The sun and dream in tropic seas of balmI3
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There lies the other half of what was onceA3
Corn Island a broad channel flows betweenL2
And this low half mantled with a dwarf growthJ3
Of what was once high brakes and forest landZ
Goose Island now is named In the dim mornL2
Ere yet the East assumes her faintest blushK3
Here may you hear the melancholy snipeL3
Piping or see her paddling in the poolsA3
That splash the low bed of the rocky isleE3
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Once here the Indian stole in natural craftZ
From brush to brush his head plumes like a birdZ
Flutt'ring and nodding 'mid the undergrowthJ3
In his brown hand the pliant polished bowM3
And at his back his gaudy quiver filledZ
With tufted arrows headed with blue flintZ
And while the deep flamingo colored WestZ
Flamed on his ruddy cheek its airy fireN
Strung his quick bow and thro' the gray wild gooseA3
That rose with clamor from the rushy poolN3
Launched a fleet barb crested with quills perchanceA3
Plucked yestere'en from its dead mate's gray wingG2
To decorate the painted shaft that shouldZ
Dabble to day their white in its mate's bloodZ
It falling gasping at its moccasined feetZ
Its wild life breathed away while the glad braveS2
Whooped to the sunset and yon faint blue hillsA3
Answered his exultation with a whoopF2

Madison Julius Cawein



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