Madeline. A Legend Of The Mohawk. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG HIHIJKHK LGDGJJDJ MGHGGJDJ NOJODONO DGJGCGGG HGPGGGCG QRSRCJTJ GOCOJUVU CWNWCDJU DNXNDJHJ GYDYHOHO HJDJHJJJ GZMZNGGG GGHGHA2GA2 NJGJHGHG

Where the waters of the MohawkA
Through a quiet valley glideB
From the brown church to her dwellingC
She that morning passed a brideB
In the mild light of OctoberD
Beautiful the forest stoodE
As the temple on Mount ZionF
When God filled its solitudeG
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Very quietly the red leavesH
On the languid zephyr's breathI
Fluttered to the mossy hillocksH
Where their sisters slept in deathI
And the white mist of the AutumnJ
Hung o'er mountain top and daleK
Soft and filmy as the foldingsH
Of the passing bridal veilK
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From the field of SaratogaL
At the last night's eventideG
Rode the groom a gallant soldierD
Flushed with victory and prideG
Seeking as a priceless guerdonJ
From the dark eyed MadelineJ
Leave to lead her to the altarD
When the morrow's sun should shineJ
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All the children of the villageM
Decked with garland's white and redG
All the young men and the maidensH
Had been forth to see her wedG
And the aged people seatedG
In the doorways 'neath the vineJ
Thought of their own youth and blessed herD
As she left the house divineJ
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Pale she was but very lovelyN
With a brow so calm and fairO
When she passed the benedictionJ
Seemed still falling on the airO
Strangers whispered they had neverD
Seen who could with her compareO
And the maidens looked with envyN
On her wealth of raven hairO
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In the glen beside the riverD
In the shadow of the woodG
With wide open doors for welcomeJ
Gamble roofed the cottage stoodG
Where the festal board was waitingC
For the bridal guests preparedG
Laden with a feast the humblestG
In the little village sharedG
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Every hour was winged with gladnessH
While the sun went down the westG
Till the chiming of the church bellP
Told to all the hour for restG
Then the merry guests departedG
Some a camp's rude couch to bideG
Some to bright homes each invokingC
Blessings on the gentle brideG
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Tranquilly the morning sunbeamQ
Over field and hamlet stoleR
Wove a glory round each red leafS
Then effaced the Frost king's scrollR
Eyes responded to its greetingC
As a lake's still waters shineJ
Young hearts bounded and a gay groupT
Sought the home of MadelineJ
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Bird like voices 'neath the casementG
Chanted in the hazy airO
A sweet orison for wakeningC
Half thanksgiving and half prayerO
But no white hand drew the curtainJ
From the vine clad panes beforeU
No light form with buoyant footstepV
Hastened to fling wide the doorU
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Moments numbered hours in passingC
'Mid that silence till a fearW
Of some unseen ill crept slowlyN
Through the trembling minstrels nearW
Then with many a dark forebodingC
They the threshold hastened o'erD
Paused not where a stain of crimsonJ
Curdled on the oaken floorU
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But sought out the bridal chamberD
God in Heaven could it beN
Madeline who knelt before themX
In that trance of agonyN
Cold inanimate beside herD
By the ruthless Cow boys slainJ
In the night time whilst defencelessH
He she loved so well was lainJ
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O'er her bridal dress were scatteredG
Stains of fearful fearful dyeY
And the soul's light beamed no longerD
From her tearless vacant eyeY
Round her slight form hung the tressesH
Braided oft with pride and careO
Silvered by that night of madnessH
With its anguish and despairO
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She lived on to see the rosesH
Of another summer waneJ
But the light of reason neverD
Shone in her sweet eyes againJ
Once where blue and sparkling watersH
Through a quiet valley runJ
Fertilizing field and gardenJ
Wandered I at set of sunJ
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Twilight as a silver shadowG
O'er the softened landscape layZ
When amid a straggling villageM
Paused I in my rambling wayZ
Plain and brown the church before meN
In the little graveyard stoodG
And the laborer's axe resoundedG
Faintly from the neighboring woodG
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Through the low half open wicketG
Deeply worn a pathway ledG
Silently I paced its windingsH
Till I stood among the deadG
Passing by the grave memorialsH
Of departed worth and fameA2
Long I paused before a recordG
That no pomp of words could claimA2
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Simple was the slab and lowlyN
Shaded by a fragrant vineJ
And the single name recordedG
Plainly writ was MadelineJ
But beneath it through the clustersH
Of the jessamine I readG
Spes engraved in bolder lettersH
This was all the marble saidG

Mary Gardiner Horsford



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