The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDCDAA EEFFDGHGFF IJKKGLGLAA GGMMNONOPP QQOORSRSAA TTEUVWVXFF JJTTFOFOAA

Before I see another dayA
Oh let my body die awayA
In sleep I heard the northern gleamsB
The stars they were among my dreamsB
In rustling conflict through the skiesC
I heard I saw the flashes driveD
And yet they are upon my eyesC
And yet I am aliveD
Before I see another dayA
Oh let my body die awayA
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My fire is dead it knew no painE
Yet is it dead and I remainE
All stiff with ice the ashes lieF
And they are dead and I will dieF
When I was well I wished to liveD
For clothes for warmth for food and fireG
But they to me no joy can giveH
No pleasure now and no desireG
Then here contented will I lieF
Alone I cannot fear to dieF
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Alas ye might have dragged me onI
Another day a single oneJ
Too soon I yielded to despairK
Why did ye listen to my prayerK
When ye were gone my limb were strongerG
And oh how grievously I rueL
That afterward a little longerG
My friends I did not follow youL
For strong and without pain I layA
Dear friends when ye were gone awayA
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My Child they gave thee to anotherG
A woman who was not thy motherG
When from my arms my Babe they tookM
On me how strangely did he lookM
Through his whole body something ranN
A most strange working did I seeO
As if he strove to be a manN
That he might pull the sledge for meO
And then he stretched his arm how wildP
Oh mercy like a helpless childP
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My little joy my little prideQ
In two day more I must have diedQ
Then do not weep and grieve for meO
I feel I must have died with theeO
O wind that o'er my head art flyingR
The way my friends their course did bendS
I should not feel the pain of dyingR
Could I with thee a message endS
Too soon my friend ye went awayA
For I had many thing to sayA
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I'll follow you across the snowT
Ye travel heavily and slowT
In spite of all my weary painE
I'll look upon your tent againU
My fire is dead and snowy whiteV
The water which beside it stoodW
The wolf has come to me to nightV
And he has stolen away my foodX
Forever left alone am IF
Then wherefore should I fear to dieF
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Young as I am my course is runJ
I shall not see another sunJ
I cannot lift my limb to knowT
If they have any life or noT
My poor forsaken child if IF
For once could have thee close to meO
With happy heart I then would dieF
And my last thought would happy beO
But thou dear Babe art far awayA
Nor shall I see another dayA

William Wordsworth



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