The Ohio Falls Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGCHIJKLMN OPQRSDTDUVWXYZA2B2C2 SCD2E2 F2G2CH2I2 J2K2QL2M2D2N2O2P2IGQ 2ZR2S2T2U2V2W2 Q2X2Y2P2Z2LHA3A3L2L2 L2A3A3ZB3A3A3A3 L2NC3A3D3L2A3ZZZA3E3 NA3A3ZA3ZZZF3A3G3ZL2 A3NH3NA3I3 A3L2J3ZL2K3L3A3E3 ZZJ3M3ZZZNA3N3A3G2ZZ ZS2A3F2Here on this jutting headland where the trees | A |
Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast | B |
And count his golden guineas on we'll stay | C |
For hence is the best prospect of the Falls | D |
Whose roar no more astounds the startled ear | E |
As when we bent and marked it from the bridge | F |
Seething beneath and bounding like a steed | G |
A tameless steed with mane of flying spray | C |
Between the pillars rising sheer above | H |
But mark how soft its clamor now is grown | I |
Incessant rush like that of vernal groves | J |
When like some sweet surprise a wand'ring wind | K |
Precursor of the coming rain rides down | L |
From a gray cloud and sets their leafy tongues | M |
A gabbing of the fresh impending shower | N |
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There runs the dam and where its dark line cuts | O |
The river's sheen already you may see | P |
The ripples glancing to the fervid sun | Q |
As if the waves had couched a hundred spears | R |
And tossed a hundred plumes of fleecy foam | S |
In answer to the challenge of the Falls | D |
Blown on his bugle from the battlements | T |
Of his subaqueous city's rocky walls | D |
And now you see their maddened coursers charge | U |
Hear wavy hoof strokes on the jagged stones | V |
That pave the pathway of the current beat | W |
While billowing they ride to ringing lists | X |
With shout and yell and toss their hundred plumes | Y |
And shock their riply spears in tournament | Z |
Upon the opposing billows' shining shields | A2 |
Now sinks a pennon but 'tis raised again | B2 |
There falls or breaks a spear or sparkling sword | C2 |
A shattered helmet flies in flakes of foam | S |
And on the frightened wind hisses away | C |
And o'er it all you hear the sound the roar | D2 |
Of waves that fall in onset or that strive | E2 |
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On on they come a beautiful mad troop | F2 |
On on along the sandy banks that fling | G2 |
Red pebble freckled arms far out to stay | C |
The riotous waves that ride and hurl along | H2 |
In casque and shield and wind their wat'ry horns | I2 |
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And there where thousand oily eddies whirl | J2 |
And turn and turn like busy wheels of steel | K2 |
Is the Big Eddy whose deep bottom none | Q |
As yet have felt with sounding plummet line | L2 |
Like a huge giant wily in its strength | M2 |
The Eddy lies and bending from the shore | D2 |
The spotted sycamores have looked and looked | N2 |
Watching his motions as a school boy might | O2 |
A sleeping serpent coiled upon his path | P2 |
So long they've watched that their old backs have grown | I |
Hump'd gnarl'd and crooked nor seem they this to heed | G |
But gaze and gaze and from the glossy waves | Q2 |
Their images stare back their wonderment | Z |
Mayhap they've seen the guardian Genius lie | R2 |
At its dark bottom in an oozy cave | S2 |
Of shattered rock recumbent on his mace | T2 |
Of mineral his locks of dripping green | U2 |
Circling a crown of ore his fishy eyes | V2 |
Dull with the monotony of his aqueous realms | W2 |
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But when the storm's abroad and smites the waves | Q2 |
With stinging lashes of the myriad rain | X2 |
Or scars with thunder some ancestral oak | Y2 |
Sire of a forest then he wakes in wrath | P2 |
And on the dark foundations of the stream | Z2 |
Stands monarch of the flood in iron crown | L |
And murmurs till the tempest fiends above | H |
Stand stark with awe and all the eddy breaks | A3 |
To waves like those whose round and murky bulks | A3 |
Ribbed white with foam wallow like battened swine | L2 |
Along yon ridge of ragged rock o'erstrewn | L2 |
With petrifactions of Time's earliest dawn | L2 |
Mollusks and trilobites and honey combs | A3 |
Of coral white and here and there a mass | A3 |
Of what seems writhing reptiles there convolved | Z |
And in one moment when the change did come | B3 |
Which made and unmade continents and seas | A3 |
That teemed and groaned with dire monstrosities | A3 |
Had froze their glossy spines to sable stones | A3 |
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There where uprises a dun knoll o'erstrewn | L2 |
With black and rotten stumps in the mid river | N |
Erst rose an island green and beautiful | C3 |
With willows beeches dappled sycamores | A3 |
Corn Island on whose rich and fertile soil | D3 |
The early pioneers a colony | L2 |
Attempted once to found ere ever this | A3 |
Fair City of the Falls now echoing to | Z |
The tingling bustle of its busy trade | Z |
Was dreamed of Here the woodman built | Z |
His rude log cabin here he sowed his maize | A3 |
Here saw it tassel 'neath the Summer's smile | E3 |
And glance like ranks of feathered Indians thro' | N |
The misty vistas of the broken woods | A3 |
Here reaped and sheaved its wealth of ivory ears | A3 |
When Autumn came like a brown Indian maid | Z |
Tripping from the pink sunset o'er the hills | A3 |
That blushed for love and cast beneath her feet | Z |
Untold of gold in leaves and yellow fruit | Z |
Here lived the pioneer and here he died | Z |
And mingled his rough dust with the raw earth | F3 |
Of that long isle which now disparted stands | A3 |
And nothing save a bed of limestone rock | G3 |
Where in the quarry you may see the blast | Z |
Spout heavenward the dust and dirt and stone | L2 |
And flap and pound its echoes 'round the hills | A3 |
Like giant strokes of some huge airy hammer | N |
And that lone mound of stumpy earth to show | H3 |
That there once stood an isle as rich and fair | N |
As any isle that rises up to kiss | A3 |
The sun and dream in tropic seas of balm | I3 |
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There lies the other half of what was once | A3 |
Corn Island a broad channel flows between | L2 |
And this low half mantled with a dwarf growth | J3 |
Of what was once high brakes and forest land | Z |
Goose Island now is named In the dim morn | L2 |
Ere yet the East assumes her faintest blush | K3 |
Here may you hear the melancholy snipe | L3 |
Piping or see her paddling in the pools | A3 |
That splash the low bed of the rocky isle | E3 |
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Once here the Indian stole in natural craft | Z |
From brush to brush his head plumes like a bird | Z |
Flutt'ring and nodding 'mid the undergrowth | J3 |
In his brown hand the pliant polished bow | M3 |
And at his back his gaudy quiver filled | Z |
With tufted arrows headed with blue flint | Z |
And while the deep flamingo colored West | Z |
Flamed on his ruddy cheek its airy fire | N |
Strung his quick bow and thro' the gray wild goose | A3 |
That rose with clamor from the rushy pool | N3 |
Launched a fleet barb crested with quills perchance | A3 |
Plucked yestere'en from its dead mate's gray wing | G2 |
To decorate the painted shaft that should | Z |
Dabble to day their white in its mate's blood | Z |
It falling gasping at its moccasined feet | Z |
Its wild life breathed away while the glad brave | S2 |
Whooped to the sunset and yon faint blue hills | A3 |
Answered his exultation with a whoop | F2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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