The Mississippi.[a] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDEFGFGHIHIJKJK A LMLMININOPOPQRQR A STSTGEGEUVUS F WXWXYZYZA2B2A2B2C2IC 2ID2FE2FF2G2H2G2 F I2J2I2J2NDNDK2L2K2L2 M2N2M2N2UTUT F G2DG2DO2P2O2P2B2Q2B2 Q2BFBF F R2BS2BP2TP2TG2T2G2T2 FZFZBG2BG2FU2FU2M2GM 2GV2W2V2W2| I | A |
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| Far in the West where snow capt mountains rise | B |
| Like marble shafts beneath Heaven's stooping dome | C |
| And sunset's dreamy curtain drapes the skies | B |
| As if enchantment there would build her home | C |
| O'er wood and wave from haunts of men away | D |
| From out the glen all trembling like a child | E |
| A babbling streamlet comes as if to play | D |
| Albeit the scene is savage lone and wild | E |
| Here at the mountain's foot that infant wave | F |
| 'Mid bowering leaves doth hide its rustic birth | G |
| Here learns the rock and precipice to brave | F |
| And go the Monarch River of the Earth | G |
| Far far from hence its bosom deep and wide | H |
| Bears the proud steamer on its fiery wing | I |
| Along its banks bright cities rise in pride | H |
| And o'er its breast their gorgeous image fling | I |
| The Mississippi needs no herald now | J |
| But here within this glen unknown to fame | K |
| It flows content a bubble on its brow | J |
| A leaf upon its breast without a name | K |
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| II | A |
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| Strange contrasts here for on the glacier's height | L |
| The tempest raves and arrowy lightnings leap | M |
| Yet deep beneath the wild flowers lone and light | L |
| On slender stems in breezeless silence sleep | M |
| Skyward the racing eagles wildly fling | I |
| Their savage clamor to the echoing dell | N |
| While sheltered deep the bee with folded wing | I |
| Voluptuous slumbers in his fragrant cell | N |
| Around the splintered rocks are heaped to heaven | O |
| With grisly caverns yawning wide between | P |
| As if the Titans there had battle given | O |
| And left their ruin written on the scene | P |
| Yet o'er these ghastly shapes soft lichens wind | Q |
| And timid daisies droop and tranquil flowers | R |
| A robe of many colored beauty bind | Q |
| As if some vagrant fairy claimed these bowers | R |
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| III | A |
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| Fit cradle this Majestic Stream for thee | S |
| Nursed at the glacier's foot by tempests fed | T |
| The lightning flashing o'er thy canopy | S |
| And thunders pealing round thine infant bed | T |
| The pious Indian marks thy mystic birth | G |
| 'Mid storm and cloud and nature's aspect wild | E |
| And wondering deems thee not a thing of earth | G |
| But great Manitto's fair and favored child | E |
| Aye and the mind by inspiration taught | U |
| Like nature's pupil feels a Presence near | V |
| Which bids the bosom tremble with the thought | U |
| That He who came from Teman hath been here B | S |
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| IV | F |
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| What thronging fancies crowd upon the soul | W |
| As from these heights the Giant Stream we trace | X |
| And wander with its waters as they roll | W |
| From hence to their far ocean dwelling place | X |
| Marking its birth in this bleak frigid zone | Y |
| Its conquering march to yonder tropic shore | Z |
| The boundless valley which it makes its own | Y |
| With thousand tribute rivers as they pour | Z |
| No classic page its story to reveal | A2 |
| No nymph or na ad sporting in its glades | B2 |
| No banks encrimsoned with heroic steel | A2 |
| And haunted yet by dim poetic shades | B2 |
| Its annals linger in the eternal rock | C2 |
| Hoary with centuries in cataracts that sing | I |
| To the dull ear of ages in the shock | C2 |
| Of plunging glaciers that madly fling | I |
| The forest like a flight of spears aloft | D2 |
| In wooded vales that spread beyond the view | F |
| In boundless prairies blooming fair and soft | E2 |
| In mantling vines that teem with clusters blue | F |
| And as the sunny south upon us breathes | F2 |
| In orange groves that scent the balmy air | G2 |
| And tempt soft summer with its fragrant wreaths | H2 |
| Throughout the year to be a dweller there | G2 |
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| V | F |
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| These of the past their whispered lore unfold | I2 |
| And fertile fancy with its wizard art | J2 |
| May weave wild legends as the seers of old | I2 |
| Made gods and heroes into being start | J2 |
| Perchance some mystic mound may wake the spell | N |
| A crumbled skull a spear a vase of clay | D |
| Within its bosom half the tale may tell | N |
| And all the rest 'tis fancy's gift to say | D |
| Alas that ruthless science in these days | K2 |
| To its stern crucible hath brought at last | L2 |
| The cherished shapes that all so fondly gaze | K2 |
| Upon us from the dim poetic past | L2 |
| Else might these moonlit prairies show at dawn | M2 |
| The dew swept circle of the elfin dance | N2 |
| These woodlands teem with sportive fay and faun | M2 |
| These grottoes glimmer with sweet Echo's glance | N2 |
| Perchance a future Homer might have wrought | U |
| From out the scattered wreck of ages fled | T |
| Some long lost Troy where mighty heroes fought | U |
| And made the earth re echo with their tread | T |
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| VI | F |
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| It may not be for though these scenes are fair | G2 |
| As fabled Arcady the sylph and fay | D |
| And all their gentle kindred shun the air | G2 |
| Where car and steamer make their stormy way | D |
| Perchance some Cooper's magic art may wake | O2 |
| The sleeping legends of this mighty vale | P2 |
| And twine fond memories round the lawn and lake | O2 |
| Where Warrior fought or Lover told his tale | P2 |
| And when the Red Man's form hath left these glades | B2 |
| And memory's moonlight o'er his story streams | Q2 |
| From their dim graves shall rise heroic shades | B2 |
| And fill the fancy with romantic dreams | Q2 |
| Then in the city's gorgeous squares shall rise | B |
| The chiselled column to the admiring view | F |
| To mark the spot where some stern Black Hawk lies | B |
| Whom ages gone our glorious grandsires slew | F |
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| VII | F |
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| Dim shadows these that come at Fancy's call | R2 |
| Yet deeper scenes before the Patriot rise | B |
| As fate's stern prophet lifts the fearful pall | S2 |
| And shows the future to his straining eyes | B |
| Oh shall that vision paint this glorious vale | P2 |
| With happy millions o'er its bosom spread | T |
| Or ghastly scenes where battle taints the gale | P2 |
| With brother's blood by brother's weapon shed | T |
| Away ye phantom fears the scene is fair | G2 |
| Down the long vista of uncounted years | T2 |
| Bright harvests smile sweet meadows scent the air | G2 |
| And peaceful plenty o'er the scene appears | T2 |
| The village rings with labor's jocund laugh | F |
| The hoyden shout around the school house door | Z |
| The old man's voice as bending o'er his staff | F |
| He waxes valiant in the tales of yore | Z |
| Far tapering spires from teeming cities rise | B |
| The sabbath bell comes stealing on the air | G2 |
| A holy anthem seeks the bending skies | B |
| And earth and heaven seem fondly blended there | G2 |
| Aye and beyond where distance spreads its blue | F |
| Down the unfolding vale of future time | U2 |
| A glorious vision rises on the view | F |
| And wakes the bosom with a hope sublime | U2 |
| Majestic Stream at dim Creation's dawn | M2 |
| Thou wert a witness of that glorious birth | G |
| And thy proud waters still shall sweep the lawn | M2 |
| When Peace shall claim dominion of the earth | G |
| Here in this vale for mighty empire made | V2 |
| Perchance the glorious flag shall be unfurled | W2 |
| And violence and wrong and ruin fade | V2 |
| Before its conquering march around the world | W2 |
Samuel Griswold Goodrich
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