The White Stone Canoe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEF GFGFHIJI KLMLNKOK PDBDQDRS TDUDVDWD BXYXDZDZ DDXDDA2B2C2 D2DE2DUF2DF2 DG2H2XDF2XF2 XDDDF2DXD DF2XF2ZF2DF2 F2F2DF2I2DDD F2DJ2DDDDD XDXDXXDX K2F2DF2C2DC2D DF2DF2XXXX XF2L2F2DF2BF2 DB2F2B2DDBD M2N2DI2DXDX O2P2DP2XG2XX F2Q2XQ2R2F2S2F2 D| AN INDIAN TRADITION VERSIFIED FROM SCHOOLCRAFT | A |
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| It was a day of festive mirth | B |
| And bright the Indian wigwams shone | C |
| For 'twas a chieftain's bridal day | D |
| And gladness dwelt in every tone | C |
| But ere the glow of sunset hours | E |
| Upon the western hills was shed | F |
| Deep sadness rested on those bowers | E |
| The bride was numbered with the dead | F |
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| Days passed and still beside her tomb | G |
| The stricken lover bowed his head | F |
| And nightly through the forest's gloom | G |
| The stars beheld him with his dead | F |
| In vain did grey haired chieftains urge | H |
| The youthful hunter to the chase | I |
| He heard yet heeded not their words | J |
| For grief had chained him to the place | I |
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| They laid his war club by his side | K |
| His bow and arrows too they brought | L |
| And sang of glorious deeds of might | M |
| That stately chiefs of yore had wrought | L |
| But listlessly he heard their songs | N |
| Flung back his bow with sullen pride | K |
| And by the silent grave sat down | O |
| Where they had laid his youthful bride | K |
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| But pleasant memories came at length | P |
| Of what he learned in boyhood's day | D |
| Of a bright path that led from earth | B |
| O'er the blue mountains far away | D |
| To the best land where spirits dwell | Q |
| The home of GHEEZHA MONEDO | D |
| Where parted loved ones meet again | R |
| Beyond the reach of pain and woe | S |
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| Then from the ground the warrior rose | T |
| And bade the sleeping dust adieu | D |
| And started for the spirit shore | U |
| With the bright southern skies in view | D |
| Forests and hills and vales and streams | V |
| In his quick flight he left behind | D |
| Earth's stores of rare and lovely things | W |
| Had nought to charm the wand'rer's mind | D |
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| The snow that lay upon the earth | B |
| When he forsook his native hills | X |
| Had slowly melted from his path | Y |
| And sought the bed of crystal rills | X |
| The woods assumed a gayer hue | D |
| The flowers put on the bloom of spring | Z |
| The clear sky shone with brighter blue | D |
| And birds sped by on joyous wing | Z |
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| By these blest signs the warrior knew | D |
| That he was travelling aright | D |
| For old Tradition taught him so | X |
| And on he pressed with fresh delight | D |
| At length the shining path he spied | D |
| Winding amid a beauteous grove | A2 |
| Up to the summit of a hill | B2 |
| That rose the verdant plain above | C2 |
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| High on the summit stood a lodge | D2 |
| To which this mystic pathway led | D |
| Thither with undeclining zeal | E2 |
| And ardent hopes the warrior sped | D |
| An old man met him at the door | U |
| With piercing eyes and long white hair | F2 |
| Who took the wand'rer by the hand | D |
| And kindly bade him welcome there | F2 |
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| I know thy quest the old man said | D |
| Leave here thy arrows and thy bow | G2 |
| Thy body too thou must forsake | H2 |
| Thither thy soul alone can go | X |
| Thou seest yon gulf and far away | D |
| Beyond a region bright and fair | F2 |
| Whose blue hills in the distance rise | X |
| Warrior the land of souls is there' | F2 |
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| My lodge the gate of entrance is | X |
| I'll guard whatever thou leav'st behind | D |
| And thou may'st hasten on thy way | D |
| A joyous spirit unconfined | D |
| Thus saying the aged man withdrew | F2 |
| And the freed traveller sped away | D |
| As though his feet were changed to wings | X |
| Upon his fair but shadowy way | D |
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| Shadowy indeed for all he passed | D |
| Trees plants and flowers no substance wore | F2 |
| And birds and beasts were but the souls | X |
| Of those that dwelt on earth before | F2 |
| Yet birds swept by on joyous wing | Z |
| And pausing gazed the timid deer | F2 |
| With fearless look as if to say | D |
| We have no strife or bloodshed here | F2 |
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| Onward he went till just before | F2 |
| A beauteous lake appeared in view | F2 |
| And at the water's edge he spied | D |
| A snow white shining stone canoe | F2 |
| Lightly the warrior sprang within | I2 |
| And grasped the paddle by his side | D |
| When turning lo beside him sat | D |
| The spirit of his beauteous bride | D |
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| She sat within a light canoe | F2 |
| And sweetly beckoned him away | D |
| To a green isle that like a gem | J2 |
| Amidst the sparkling waters lay | D |
| High leaped the waves yet on they pressed | D |
| Wreath after wreath of foam they passed | D |
| Thus gliding o'er the water's breast | D |
| They reached the wished for shore at last | D |
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| Together o'er those verdant plains | X |
| 'Mid fadeless flowers the lovers walked | D |
| And of their native hills and streams | X |
| And forest homes they freely talked | D |
| There were no storms no chilling winds | X |
| No frost no blight to dim the flowers | X |
| But never fading summer reigned | D |
| Amid those calm and peaceful bowers | X |
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| None hungered there no death no pain | K2 |
| No blighted hope no sleepless fear | F2 |
| No mourner sorrowed o'er the dead | D |
| And no bereaved one dropped a tear | F2 |
| Serenest skies were spread above | C2 |
| Bright flowers were blooming all around | D |
| And every eye was filled with love | C2 |
| And music dwelt in every sound | D |
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| Here let me stay the warrior cried | D |
| On this secluded happy shore | F2 |
| Here with my loved and beauteous bride | D |
| Where bitter partings are no more | F2 |
| Thus spake the youth but ere the words | X |
| Had died away upon the breeze | X |
| There came a low sweet spirit voice | X |
| Murm'ring among the sheltering trees | X |
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| Warrior thus spake the breezy voice | X |
| Return unto thy native shore | F2 |
| Resume again thy mortal frame | L2 |
| And mingle with thy tribe once more | F2 |
| Listen to him who keeps the gate | D |
| And he will tell thee what to do | F2 |
| Obey his voice return to earth | B |
| And virtue's pleasant paths pursue | F2 |
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| Thy time to die has not arrived | D |
| But let each gloomy thought be still | B2 |
| Thy maiden waits thee on this shore | F2 |
| Subject no more to pain or ill | B2 |
| In never fading youth arrayed | D |
| Here shall ye dwell in peace at last | D |
| When thou hast done thy work on earth | B |
| And life's brief wanderings are past | D |
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| Return thou yet must lead thy tribe | M2 |
| Through many a wild adventurous scene | N2 |
| But when a good old age is reached | D |
| And thou their leader long hast been | I2 |
| Then will I call thee to thy rest | D |
| In this bright island of the skies | X |
| Where thou mayst mingle with the blest | D |
| While long succeeding ages rise | X |
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| The chieftain woke 'twas fancy all | O2 |
| The bright revealings of a dream | P2 |
| Around him still the forest stood | D |
| Beneath the cold moon's placid beam | P2 |
| Up from the ground he proudly rose | X |
| Took up his war club and his bow | G2 |
| Quelled in his soul the bitter floods | X |
| Of disappointment and of woe | X |
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| And turning from the grave of her | F2 |
| Who erst was all the world to him | Q2 |
| He wiped away the gathering tears | X |
| That made his eagle glances dim | Q2 |
| And with a proud majestic step | R2 |
| He slowly from the grave withdrew | F2 |
| Resolved to hope and labor on | S2 |
| With better prospects in his view | F2 |
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| Footnote Merciful Spirit | D |
Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
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