Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDAA EEFFGG HHIIJJIIKLAA MMNNMMOOPPQQLKIIIIRR SSTTOOMMOOII| qua via difficilis quaque est via nulla | A |
| OVID Metam lib iii v | B |
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| Now the vapor hot and damp | C |
| Shed by day's expiring lamp | C |
| Through the misty ether spreads | D |
| Every ill the white man dreads | D |
| Fiery fever's thirsty thrill | A |
| Fitful ague's shivering chill | A |
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| Hark I hear the traveller's song | E |
| As he winds the woods along | E |
| Christian 'tis the song of fear | F |
| Wolves are round thee night is near | F |
| And the wild thou dar'st to roam | G |
| Think 'twas once the Indian's home | G |
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| Hither sprites who love to harm | H |
| Wheresoe'er you work your charm | H |
| By the creeks or by the brakes | I |
| Where the pale witch feeds her snakes | I |
| And the cayman loves to creep | J |
| Torpid to his wintry sleep | J |
| Where the bird of carrion flits | I |
| And the shuddering murderer sits | I |
| Lone beneath a roof of blood | K |
| While upon his poisoned food | L |
| From the corpse of him he slew | A |
| Drops the chill and gory dew | A |
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| Hither bend ye turn ye hither | M |
| Eyes that blast and wings that wither | M |
| Cross the wandering Christian's way | N |
| Lead him ere the glimpse of day | N |
| Many a mile of maddening error | M |
| Through the maze of night and terror | M |
| Till the morn behold him lying | O |
| On the damp earth pale and dying | O |
| Mock him when his eager sight | P |
| Seeks the cordial cottage light | P |
| Gleam then like the lightning bug | Q |
| Tempt him to the den that's dug | Q |
| For the foul and famished brood | L |
| Of the she wolf gaunt for blood | K |
| Or unto the dangerous pass | I |
| O'er the deep and dark morass | I |
| Where the trembling Indian brings | I |
| Belts of porcelain pipes and rings | I |
| Tributes to be hung in air | R |
| To the Fiend presiding there | R |
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| Then when night's long labor past | S |
| Wildered faint he falls at last | S |
| Sinking where the causeway's edge | T |
| Moulders in the slimy sedge | T |
| There let every noxious thing | O |
| Trail its filth and fix its sting | O |
| Let the bull toad taint him over | M |
| Round him let mosquitoes hover | M |
| In his ears and eyeballs tingling | O |
| With his blood their poison mingling | O |
| Till beneath the solar fires | I |
| Rankling all the wretch expires | I |
Thomas Moore
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