<u>Explanation:</u>
The poem "songs of Spavinaw" by Ruth Muskrat Bronson reads;
Stanza one
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"I am the river of Spavinaw,
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<em> I am the river of pain;
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Sadness and gladness must answer my law;
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Measure for measure I give, and withdraw </em>
<em>Back through the hills of the Spavinaw,
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<em>Hiding away from the plain."</em>
Stanza Two<em>
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<em>"I am the river of Spavinaw;
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<em> I sing the songs of the world;
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<em>Dashing and whirling, swishing and swirling,
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Delicate, mystical, silvery spray hurling,
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Sing I the songs of the world,
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The passionate songs of the world.</em>
<em>I sing of laughter and mirth,
"</em>
Stanza Three
<em> "And I laugh in a gurgle of glee
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As the myriad joys of the earth
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Trip through the light with me.
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<em>Gay shallows dimple, sparkle and ripple.
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Like songs that a lover would sing,
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Skipping in moonlight,
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<em>Tripping in moonlight,
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<em>Whispering echoes of spring."</em>
Stanza Four
<em>"And again
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I move with the slow sadness of pain.
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In my dark blue deep, where the shadows creep,
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I catch up life’s sorrows and mirror them back again.
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<em>And my song is a throbbing, pitiful sobbing,
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Choked by an agonized pain."</em>
Stanza Five
<em>"And then
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<em> I move forth toward the beckoning north,
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<em> And I sing of the power of men.
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<em> As I dash down my falls,
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<em> As I beat at my walls
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Frantically fighting, running and righting,
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All through the flood, through the snarling and biting,
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I sing of the power of men,
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Of the hurry and power of men."</em>
Stanza Six
<em>"I am the river of Spavinaw,
</em>
<em> I am the giver of pain;
</em>
<em>
Sadness and gladness must answer my law;
</em>
<em>
Measure for measure I give, and withdraw
</em>
<em>Back through the hills of the Spavinaw,
</em>
<em>
Hiding away from the plain."</em>
