An Indian Story Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 6 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

I know where the timid fawn abides	A
In the depths of the shaded dell	B
Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides	A
With its many stems and its tangled sides	A
From the eye of the hunter well	B
	-
I know where the young May violet grows	C
In its lone and lowly nook	D
On the mossy bank where the larch tree throws	C
Its broad dark boughs in solemn repose	C
Far over the silent brook	D
	-
And that timid fawn starts not with fear	E
When I steal to her secret bower	F
And that young May violet to me is dear	E
And I visit the silent streamlet near	E
To look on the lovely flower	F
	-
Thus Maquon sings as he lightly walks	G
To the hunting ground on the hills	H
'Tis a song of his maid of the woods and rocks	I
With her bright black eyes and long black locks	I
And voice like the music of rills	I
	-
He goes to the chase but evil eyes	I
Are at watch in the thicker shades	I
For she was lovely that smiled on his sighs	I
And he bore from a hundred lovers his prize	I
The flower of the forest maids	I
	-
The boughs in the morning wind are stirred	J
And the woods their song renew	K
With the early carol of many a bird	J
And the quickened tune of the streamlet heard	J
Where the hazels trickle with dew	K
	-
And Maquon has promised his dark haired maid	L
Ere eve shall redden the sky	M
A good red deer from the forest shade	L
That bounds with the herd through grove and glade	L
At her cabin door shall lie	M
	-
The hollow woods in the setting sun	N
Ring shrill with the fire bird's lay	O
And Maquon's sylvan labours are done	N
And his shafts are spent but the spoil they won	N
He bears on his homeward way	O
	-
He stops near his bower his eye perceives	I
Strange traces along the ground	P
At once to the earth his burden he heaves	I
He breaks through the veil of boughs and leaves	I
And gains its door with a bound	P
	-
But the vines are torn on its walls that leant	Q
And all from the young shrubs there	R
By struggling hands have the leaves been rent	S
And there hangs on the sassafras broken and bent	S
One tress of the well known hair	R
	-
But where is she who at this calm hour	F
Ever watched his coming to see	I
She is not at the door nor yet in the bower	F
He calls but he only hears on the flower	F
The hum of the laden bee	I
	-
It is not a time for idle grief	T
Nor a time for tears to flow	U
The horror that freezes his limbs is brief	T
He grasps his war axe and bow and a sheaf	T
Of darts made sharp for the foe	U
	-
And he looks for the print of the ruffian's feet	V
Where he bore the maiden away	O
And he darts on the fatal path more fleet	V
Than the blast that hurries the vapour and sleet	V
O'er the wild November day	O
	-
'Twas early summer when Maquon's bride	W
Was stolen away from his door	X
But at length the maples in crimson are dyed	W
And the grape is black on the cabin side	W
And she smiles at his hearth once more	X
	-
But far in the pine grove dark and cold	Y
Where the yellow leaf falls not	Z
Nor the autumn shines in scarlet and gold	Y
There lies a hillock of fresh dark mould	Y
In the deepest gloom of the spot	Z
	-
And the Indian girls that pass that way	O
Point out the ravisher's grave	A2
And how soon to the bower she loved they say	O
Returned the maid that was borne away	O
From Maquon the fond and the brave	A2

William Cullen Bryant

An Indian Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about An Indian Story poem by William Cullen Bryant

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets