On Australian Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCC DDEEEFF GGCCCCC HHCCCII JJKKKLL MMNNNOO PPNNNNN QRNNNBB SSTTTCC CCUVVWW CCCCCC NXNXNX CYCYCY KNKNKN NONONO CSCSCS CZC TCT NCNCNC BNBNBN| Earth outward tuning on her path in space | A |
| This pensive southern face | A |
| Swathing its smile and shine | B |
| In that soft veil that day and darkness twine | B |
| The silver threaded twilight thin and fine | B |
| With April dews impearled | C |
| Looms like another and diviner world | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| Here April brings her garnered harvest sheaf | D |
| Her withered autumn leaf | D |
| Tintings of bronze and brass | E |
| Her full plumed reeds her mushroom in the grass | E |
| Her furrowed fields where plough and sower pass | E |
| Her laden apple bough | F |
| All are transfigured and transmuted now | F |
| - | |
| - | |
| The eastward ranges so unearthly blue | G |
| Bloom with their richest hue | G |
| Slowly each rose flushed crest | C |
| Deepens to violet where the shadows rest | C |
| Darkens and darkens to the paling west | C |
| The waning sun fires die | C |
| The first star swims in the pellucid sky | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| Soundless to listening ear on grass and flowers | H |
| The footfall of the hours | H |
| Formless and void to sight | C |
| The evolutions of invading night | C |
| The creeping onslaught and the gradual flight | C |
| Until the field is won | I |
| And we look forth to see that day is done | I |
| - | |
| - | |
| Then from their grave of darkness wood and lawn | J |
| Wake to a second dawn | J |
| From unseen wells below | K |
| The pearly moon tides rise and overflow | K |
| Till vale and peak and wide air spaces glow | K |
| In the transfiguring stream | L |
| And earth and life are but a heavenly dream | L |
| - | |
| - | |
| And now we hear the fairy echoes fall | M |
| Where distant curlews call | M |
| And how the silence thrills | N |
| With the night voices of the glens and hills | N |
| Rustling in reeds and tinkling in the rills | N |
| Bubbling in creek and pool | O |
| Where frogs are wooing in the shallows cool | O |
| - | |
| - | |
| And more than these in this delicious time | P |
| The melody sublime | P |
| That inward spirit hears | N |
| The faint and far off music of the spheres | N |
| Immortal harmonies too fine for ears | N |
| Dulled in the dusty ways | N |
| Deaf with the din of the laborious days | N |
| - | |
| - | |
| Whereto responsive as the vibrant wire | Q |
| Of some aeolian lyre | R |
| Fanned by celestial wings | N |
| The summoned soul in mystic concord brings | N |
| The deep notes latent in its trembling strings | N |
| Joining the choir divine | B |
| Of all the worlds that in the ether shine | B |
| - | |
| - | |
| O sacred hour O sweet night calm and fair | S |
| Thou dost rebuke despair | S |
| Thou dost assuage the pain | T |
| Of passionate spirit and distempered brain | T |
| And with thy balms distilled like gentle rain | T |
| Dost heal the fret and smart | C |
| And nerve the courage of this coward's heart | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| And lift me up a Moses on the Mount | C |
| To the pure source and fount | C |
| Of law transcending law | U |
| Of life that hallows life I know no more | V |
| Of life's great Giver than I knew before | V |
| But these His creatures tell | W |
| That He is living and that all is well | W |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| Oh to be there to night | C |
| To see that rose of sunset flame and fade | C |
| On ghostly mountain height | C |
| The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade | C |
| From the departing light | C |
| Each tree fern feather of the wildwood glade | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| From arid streets to pass | N |
| Down those green aisles where golden wattles bloom | X |
| Over the fragrant grass | N |
| And smell the eucalyptus in a gloom | X |
| That is as clear as glass | N |
| The dew fresh scents of bracken and of broom | X |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| These city clamours mute | C |
| To hear the woodland necromancers play | Y |
| Each his enchanted lute | C |
| That dear bird laugh so exquisitely gay | Y |
| The magpie's silver flute | C |
| In vesper carol to the dying day | Y |
| - | |
| - | |
| To hear the live wind blow | K |
| The delicate stir and whisper of the trees | N |
| As light breaths come and go | K |
| The brooklet murmuring to the vagrant breeze | N |
| The bull frog twanging low | K |
| His deep toned mandolin to chime with these | N |
| - | |
| - | |
| And then the whispering rills | N |
| The hushed lone wheel or hoof or axeman's tool | O |
| The brooding dark that stills | N |
| The sweet Pan piping of the grove and pool | O |
| The dimly glimmering hills | N |
| The sleeping night so heavenly clean and cool | O |
| - | |
| - | |
| Oh for that mother breast | C |
| That takes the broken spirit for repair | S |
| The worn out brain for rest | C |
| That healing silence that untainted air | S |
| That Peace of God Blest blest | C |
| The very memory that I once was there | S |
| - | |
| - | |
| The thought that someday yet | C |
| In flesh not dreams I may return again | Z |
| And at those altars set | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| In the pure skies above the smoky plain | T |
| Remember and forget | C |
| The joy of living and its price of pain | T |
| - | |
| - | |
| That sullied earth reserves | N |
| Such spacious refuge virgin and apart | C |
| That wasting life preserves | N |
| Such sweet retreat for the distracted heart | C |
| Such fount of strength for nerves | N |
| Torn in the ruthless struggle of the mart | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| That Government divine | B |
| O'er all this reek of blunders and of woes | N |
| Keeps an unravaged shrine | B |
| Not here not there but in the souls of those | N |
| Who neither weep nor whine | B |
| But trust the guidance of the One Who Knows | N |
Ada Cambridge
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About On Australian Hills
On Australian Hills is a poem by Ada Cambridge. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about On Australian Hills poem by Ada Cambridge
Best Poems of Ada Cambridge