By The Camp Fire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAB CCD EEF GHGI JJK LLM NNF OOP HHQ RRS TTUVVW XXY OOZ A2A2B2 CCC2 OOD2 E2E2F2 G2H2I2

Ah 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tideA
The purple hill tops one by one were strangely lit and glorifiedA
And yet how sweet the night has grown with palest starlights dimly sownB
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Those mountain ranges far and near enclasp me sharply pencilled thereC
Like blackest sea waves outlined here like phantoms in the luminous airC
Between that cold and quiet sky and the calm river running byD
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The gum trees whisper overhead and delicately dark and fineE
Their lovely shadow patterns shed across the paths of white moonshineE
The golden wattles glimmer bright scenting this cool transparent nightF
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What spirits wake when earth is still I hear wild wood notes softly swellG
There's the strange clamour hoarse and shrill that drowns the bull frogs' hollowH
bellG
And there's the plaintive rise and fall of the lone mopoke's cuckoo callI
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And nearer an opossum flits above the firelight pauses peersJ
I see a round ball where he sits with pendant tail and pointed earsJ
And two are gruffly snarling now in hollows of yon upper boughK
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Hark that's the curlew's thrilling scream What mountain echoes it has stirredL
The sound goes crying down the stream the wildest bird note ever heardL
And there's a crane with legs updrawn gone sailing out to meet the dawnM
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It croaks its farewell like a crow beating the air with soft wide wingsN
On the white water down below its vague grey shadow shape it flingsN
And dream like passes out of sight a lonely vision of the nightF
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Ah me how weird the undertones that thrill my wake ful fancy throughO
The river softly creeps and moans the wind seems faintly crying tooO
Such whisperings seem to come and pass across the orchis flower'd grassP
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The darkness gather'd all around is full of rustlings strange and lowH
The dead wood crackles on the ground and shadowy shapes flit to and froH
I think they are my own dim dreams wandering amongst the woods and streamsQ
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The tangled trees seem full of eyes still eyes that watch me as I sitR
A flame begins to fall and rise their glances come and go with itR
And on the torn bark rough and brown I hear soft scratchings up and downS
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Sometimes I hear a sound of feet a slow step through the darkness stealsT
And then I think of yours my sweet in spirit following at my heelsT
For leagues before around behind part me from all my human kindU
Coo ey the long vibration throbs in countless echoes through the hillsV
The lonely forest wakes and sobs and then no sound the silence fillsV
Only the night frogs' bubbling shriek in every water hole and creekW
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Only a rush of wind in flight as startled wild ducks flutter pastX
Quivering and twinkling in the light skimming the shining water fastX
And ripples from a black swan's breast darting from out its rushy nestY
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How is't in England Sunday morn and organ music love with youO
That breath of memory idly born like a great storm wind shakes me throughO
Ah darling bend your head and pray it cannot touch you far awayZ
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Why do I care My house of God beyond all thought is grand and greatA2
My prayerful knees upon the sod its flowers and grasses consecrateA2
And I can see Him in the stars undimmed by walls and window barsB2
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Great Nature spreads her wondrous book and shows me all her pages fairC
To me the language when I look seems but a letter here and thereC
The very stones beneath me teach a lore beyond my utmost reachC2
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For all my pain and toil and strife I see so dimly what is trueO
O Art O Science O great Life I grasp thee by so faint a clueO
No more of ocean tides I dream than minnows in their shallow streamD2
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Sea without bottom without shore where is the plumb to fathom theeE2
O mystery as I learn thee more the more thy deeps are dark to meE2
But who am I that I should scan the Divine Maker's mighty planF2
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And yet oh yet if I could hear that organ music once againG2
My soul methinks would lose its fear and on this troubled heart and brainH2
Some light of knowledge would be shed and some few riddles would be readI2

Ada Cambridge



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