Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEE FFGGHHGGIJKK LLMMLLNNOOPPJIGGGGQQ RRSSNNLLNNGG| ough the misty ether spreads | A |
| Every ill the white man dreads | A |
| Fiery fever's thirsty thrill | B |
| Fitful ague's shivering chill | B |
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| Hark I hear the traveller's song | C |
| As he winds the woods along | C |
| Christian 'tis the song of fear | D |
| Wolves are round thee night is near | D |
| And the wild thou dar'st to roam | E |
| Think 'twas once the Indian's home | E |
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| Hither sprites who love to harm | F |
| Wheresoe'er you work your charm | F |
| By the creeks or by the brakes | G |
| Where the pale witch feeds her snakes | G |
| And the cayman loves to creep | H |
| Torpid to his wintry sleep | H |
| Where the bird of carrion flits | G |
| And the shuddering murderer sits | G |
| Lone beneath a roof of blood | I |
| While upon his poisoned food | J |
| From the corpse of him he slew | K |
| Drops the chill and gory dew | K |
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| Hither bend ye turn ye hither | L |
| Eyes that blast and wings that wither | L |
| Cross the wandering Christian's way | M |
| Lead him ere the glimpse of day | M |
| Many a mile of maddening error | L |
| Through the maze of night and terror | L |
| Till the morn behold him lying | N |
| On the damp earth pale and dying | N |
| Mock him when his eager sight | O |
| Seeks the cordial cottage light | O |
| Gleam then like the lightning bug | P |
| Tempt him to the den that's dug | P |
| For the foul and famished brood | J |
| Of the she wolf gaunt for blood | I |
| Or unto the dangerous pass | G |
| O'er the deep and dark morass | G |
| Where the trembling Indian brings | G |
| Belts of porcelain pipes and rings | G |
| Tributes to be hung in air | Q |
| To the Fiend presiding there | Q |
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| Then when night's long labor past | R |
| Wildered faint he falls at last | R |
| Sinking where the causeway's edge | S |
| Moulders in the slimy sedge | S |
| There let every noxious thing | N |
| Trail its filth and fix its sting | N |
| Let the bull toad taint him over | L |
| Round him let mosquitoes hover | L |
| In his ears and eyeballs tingling | N |
| With his blood their poison mingling | N |
| Till beneath the solar fires | G |
| Rankling all the wretch expires | G |
Thomas Moore
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