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 G2H2I2Ah 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide | A |
The purple hill tops one by one were strangely lit and glorified | A |
And yet how sweet the night has grown with palest starlights dimly sown | B |
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Those mountain ranges far and near enclasp me sharply pencilled there | C |
Like blackest sea waves outlined here like phantoms in the luminous air | C |
Between that cold and quiet sky and the calm river running by | D |
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The gum trees whisper overhead and delicately dark and fine | E |
Their lovely shadow patterns shed across the paths of white moonshine | E |
The golden wattles glimmer bright scenting this cool transparent night | F |
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What spirits wake when earth is still I hear wild wood notes softly swell | G |
There's the strange clamour hoarse and shrill that drowns the bull frogs' hollow | H |
bell | G |
And there's the plaintive rise and fall of the lone mopoke's cuckoo call | I |
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And nearer an opossum flits above the firelight pauses peers | J |
I see a round ball where he sits with pendant tail and pointed ears | J |
And two are gruffly snarling now in hollows of yon upper bough | K |
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Hark that's the curlew's thrilling scream What mountain echoes it has stirred | L |
The sound goes crying down the stream the wildest bird note ever heard | L |
And there's a crane with legs updrawn gone sailing out to meet the dawn | M |
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It croaks its farewell like a crow beating the air with soft wide wings | N |
On the white water down below its vague grey shadow shape it flings | N |
And dream like passes out of sight a lonely vision of the night | F |
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Ah me how weird the undertones that thrill my wake ful fancy through | O |
The river softly creeps and moans the wind seems faintly crying too | O |
Such whisperings seem to come and pass across the orchis flower'd grass | P |
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The darkness gather'd all around is full of rustlings strange and low | H |
The dead wood crackles on the ground and shadowy shapes flit to and fro | H |
I think they are my own dim dreams wandering amongst the woods and streams | Q |
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The tangled trees seem full of eyes still eyes that watch me as I sit | R |
A flame begins to fall and rise their glances come and go with it | R |
And on the torn bark rough and brown I hear soft scratchings up and down | S |
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Sometimes I hear a sound of feet a slow step through the darkness steals | T |
And then I think of yours my sweet in spirit following at my heels | T |
For leagues before around behind part me from all my human kind | U |
Coo ey the long vibration throbs in countless echoes through the hills | V |
The lonely forest wakes and sobs and then no sound the silence fills | V |
Only the night frogs' bubbling shriek in every water hole and creek | W |
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Only a rush of wind in flight as startled wild ducks flutter past | X |
Quivering and twinkling in the light skimming the shining water fast | X |
And ripples from a black swan's breast darting from out its rushy nest | Y |
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How is't in England Sunday morn and organ music love with you | O |
That breath of memory idly born like a great storm wind shakes me through | O |
Ah darling bend your head and pray it cannot touch you far away | Z |
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Why do I care My house of God beyond all thought is grand and great | A2 |
My prayerful knees upon the sod its flowers and grasses consecrate | A2 |
And I can see Him in the stars undimmed by walls and window bars | B2 |
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Great Nature spreads her wondrous book and shows me all her pages fair | C |
To me the language when I look seems but a letter here and there | C |
The very stones beneath me teach a lore beyond my utmost reach | C2 |
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For all my pain and toil and strife I see so dimly what is true | O |
O Art O Science O great Life I grasp thee by so faint a clue | O |
No more of ocean tides I dream than minnows in their shallow stream | D2 |
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Sea without bottom without shore where is the plumb to fathom thee | E2 |
O mystery as I learn thee more the more thy deeps are dark to me | E2 |
But who am I that I should scan the Divine Maker's mighty plan | F2 |
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And yet oh yet if I could hear that organ music once again | G2 |
My soul methinks would lose its fear and on this troubled heart and brain | H2 |
Some light of knowledge would be shed and some few riddles would be read | I2 |
Ada Cambridge
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