The White Maiden And The Indian Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF EEGGAA HHIIJK LMGGNN KKOOGG PPQQLL RSTTUU AAVVCC WWPPXY

Child of the Woods bred in leafy dellA
See the palace home in which I dwellA
With its lofty walls and casements wideB
And objects of beauty on every sideB
Now tell me dost thou not think it blissC
To dwell in a home as bright as thisC
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Has my pale faced sister never seenD
My home in the pleasant forest greenD
With the sunshine weaving its threads of goldE
Through the boughs of elm and of maples oldE
And soft green moss and wild flowers sweetF
What carpet more fitting for maidens feetF
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Well see these diamonds of price untoldE
These costly trinkets of burnished goldE
With rich soft robes my daily wearG
These graceful flower wreaths for my hairG
And now at least thou must frankly tellA
Thou would st like such garb and jewels wellA
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The White Lily surely speaks in jestH
For has she not seen me gaily dressedH
Bright beads and rich wampum belts are mineI
Which by far these paltry stones outshineI
Whilst heron plumes fresh flowers and leavesJ
Are fairer than scentless buds like theseK
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But Forest Maiden to this my homeL
What sights what sounds of beauty comeM
Pictures of loveliness paintings rareG
All the charms that art can bestow are thereG
With ravishing music of harp and songN
Sweet notes that to gifted souls belongN
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The wild birds sing in our shady treesK
Mingling their notes with the vesper breezeK
The flow of waters the wind s low moanO
Have a music sweet that is all their ownO
Whilst surely no tints or colors rareG
Can with those of the sky and the wood compareG
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But what of the winter s cheerless gloomP
When nature sleeps in a snowy tombP
The storm clouds brooding over headQ
Thy song birds gone thy wild flowers deadQ
With silence and gloom where er you roamL
What then what then of your forest homeL
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We sing gay songs round our winter firesR
Or list the tales of our gray haired siresS
When the hunting path has claimed our bravesT
We pray to the God of winds and wavesT
Or on snow shoes swift we love to goU
Over the fields of untrodden snowU
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Then I cannot tempt thee here to dwellA
Oh wayward child of the forest dellA
To leave thy wandering restless lifeV
With countless dangers and hardships rifeV
For a home of splendor such as thisC
Where thy days would be a dream of blissC
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No sister it cannot my heart engageW
I would worry to death of this gilded cageW
And the high close walls of each darkened roomP
Heavy with stifling close perfumeP
Back to the free fresh woods let me hieX
Amid them to live amid them to dieY

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon



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