The Prairies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPMQRS TUVWXYZA2MB2C2D2E2F2 G2H2I2J2K2L2M2N2O2P2 GNQ2R2S2T2U2U2V2W2U2 X2Y2CZ2A3U2B3C3U2D3E 3F3G3H3I3U2U2H3U2J3H 3CU2H3H3H3K3M2H3H3 H3K3U2U2L3U2H3GM3H3I 3H3H3N3O3U2P3 M2H3H3Q3U2R3S3Q3T3H3 U3L3K2U2U2H3V3H3W3H3 X3Y3| These are the gardens of the Desert these | A |
| The unshorn fields boundless and beautiful | B |
| For which the speech of England has no name | C |
| The Prairies I behold them for the first | D |
| And my heart swells while the dilated sight | E |
| Takes in the encircling vastness Lo they stretch | F |
| In airy undulations far away | G |
| As if the ocean in his gentlest swell | H |
| Stood still with all his rounded billows fixed | I |
| And motionless for ever Motionless | J |
| No they are all unchained again The clouds | K |
| Sweep over with their shadows and beneath | L |
| The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye | M |
| Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase | N |
| The sunny ridges Breezes of the South | O |
| Who toss the golden and the flame like flowers | P |
| And pass the prairie hawk that poised on high | M |
| Flaps his broad wings yet moves not ye have played | Q |
| Among the palms of Mexico and vines | R |
| Of Texas and have crisped the limpid brooks | S |
| That from the fountains of Sonora glide | T |
| Into the calm Pacific have ye fanned | U |
| A nobler or a lovelier scene than this | V |
| Man hath no part in all this glorious work | W |
| The hand that built the firmament hath heaved | X |
| And smoothed these verdant swells and sown their slopes | Y |
| With herbage planted them with island groves | Z |
| And hedged them round with forests Fitting floor | A2 |
| For this magnificent temple of the sky | M |
| With flowers whose glory and whose multitude | B2 |
| Rival the constellations The great heavens | C2 |
| Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love | D2 |
| A nearer vault and of a tenderer blue | E2 |
| Than that which bends above the eastern hills | F2 |
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| As o'er the verdant waste I guide my steed | G2 |
| Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides | H2 |
| The hollow beating of his footstep seems | I2 |
| A sacrilegious sound I think of those | J2 |
| Upon whose rest he tramples Are they here | K2 |
| The dead of other days and did the dust | L2 |
| Of these fair solitudes once stir with life | M2 |
| And burn with passion Let the mighty mounds | N2 |
| That overlook the rivers or that rise | O2 |
| In the dim forest crowded with old oaks | P2 |
| Answer A race that long has passed away | G |
| Built them a disciplined and populous race | N |
| Heaped with long toil the earth while yet the Greek | Q2 |
| Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms | R2 |
| Of symmetry and rearing on its rock | S2 |
| The glittering Parthenon These ample fields | T2 |
| Nourished their harvests here their herds were fed | U2 |
| When haply by their stalls the bison lowed | U2 |
| And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke | V2 |
| All day this desert murmured with their toils | W2 |
| Till twilight blushed and lovers walked and wooed | U2 |
| In a forgotten language and old tunes | X2 |
| From instruments of unremembered form | Y2 |
| Gave the soft winds a voice The red man came | C |
| The roaming hunter tribes warlike and fierce | Z2 |
| And the mound builders vanished from the earth | A3 |
| The solitude of centuries untold | U2 |
| Has settled where they dwelt The prairie wolf | B3 |
| Hunts in their meadows and his fresh dug den | C3 |
| Yawns by my path The gopher mines the ground | U2 |
| Where stood their swarming cities All is gone | D3 |
| All save the piles of earth that hold their bones | E3 |
| The platforms where they worshipped unknown gods | F3 |
| The barriers which they builded from the soil | G3 |
| To keep the foe at bay till o'er the walls | H3 |
| The wild beleaguerers broke and one by one | I3 |
| The strongholds of the plain were forced and heaped | U2 |
| With corpses The brown vultures of the wood | U2 |
| Flocked to those vast uncovered sepulchres | H3 |
| And sat unscared and silent at their feast | U2 |
| Haply some solitary fugitive | J3 |
| Lurking in marsh and forest till the sense | H3 |
| Of desolation and of fear became | C |
| Bitterer than death yielded himself to die | U2 |
| Man's better nature triumphed then Kind words | H3 |
| Welcomed and soothed him the rude conquerors | H3 |
| Seated the captive with their chiefs he chose | H3 |
| A bride among their maidens and at length | K3 |
| Seemed to forget yet ne'er forgot the wife | M2 |
| Of his first love and her sweet little ones | H3 |
| Butchered amid their shrieks with all his race | H3 |
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| Thus change the forms of being Thus arise | H3 |
| Races of living things glorious in strength | K3 |
| And perish as the quickening breath of God | U2 |
| Fills them or is withdrawn The red man too | U2 |
| Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long | L3 |
| And nearer to the Rocky Mountains sought | U2 |
| A wilder hunting ground The beaver builds | H3 |
| No longer by these streams but far away | G |
| On waters whose blue surface ne'er gave back | M3 |
| The white man's face among Missouri's springs | H3 |
| And pools whose issues swell the Oregan | I3 |
| He rears his little Venice In these plains | H3 |
| The bison feeds no more Twice twenty leagues | H3 |
| Beyond remotest smoke of hunter's camp | N3 |
| Roams the majestic brute in herds that shake | O3 |
| The earth with thundering steps yet here I meet | U2 |
| His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool | P3 |
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| Still this great solitude is quick with life | M2 |
| Myriads of insects gaudy as the flowers | H3 |
| They flutter over gentle quadrupeds | H3 |
| And birds that scarce have learned the fear of man | Q3 |
| Are here and sliding reptiles of the ground | U2 |
| Startlingly beautiful The graceful deer | R3 |
| Bounds to the wood at my approach The bee | S3 |
| A more adventurous colonist than man | Q3 |
| With whom he came across the eastern deep | T3 |
| Fills the savannas with his murmurings | H3 |
| And hides his sweets as in the golden age | U3 |
| Within the hollow oak I listen long | L3 |
| To his domestic hum and think I hear | K2 |
| The sound of that advancing multitude | U2 |
| Which soon shall fill these deserts From the ground | U2 |
| Comes up the laugh of children the soft voice | H3 |
| Of maidens and the sweet and solemn hymn | V3 |
| Of Sabbath worshippers The low of herds | H3 |
| Blends with the rustling of the heavy grain | W3 |
| Over the dark brown furrows All at once | H3 |
| A fresher wind sweeps by and breaks my dream | X3 |
| And I am in the wilderness alone | Y3 |
William Cullen Bryant
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