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 spaceA
This pensive southern faceA
Swathing its smile and shineB
In that soft veil that day and darkness twineB
The silver threaded twilight thin and fineB
With April dews impearledC
Looms like another and diviner worldC
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Here April brings her garnered harvest sheafD
Her withered autumn leafD
Tintings of bronze and brassE
Her full plumed reeds her mushroom in the grassE
Her furrowed fields where plough and sower passE
Her laden apple boughF
All are transfigured and transmuted nowF
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The eastward ranges so unearthly blueG
Bloom with their richest hueG
Slowly each rose flushed crestC
Deepens to violet where the shadows restC
Darkens and darkens to the paling westC
The waning sun fires dieC
The first star swims in the pellucid skyC
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Soundless to listening ear on grass and flowersH
The footfall of the hoursH
Formless and void to sightC
The evolutions of invading nightC
The creeping onslaught and the gradual flightC
Until the field is wonI
And we look forth to see that day is doneI
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Then from their grave of darkness wood and lawnJ
Wake to a second dawnJ
From unseen wells belowK
The pearly moon tides rise and overflowK
Till vale and peak and wide air spaces glowK
In the transfiguring streamL
And earth and life are but a heavenly dreamL
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And now we hear the fairy echoes fallM
Where distant curlews callM
And how the silence thrillsN
With the night voices of the glens and hillsN
Rustling in reeds and tinkling in the rillsN
Bubbling in creek and poolO
Where frogs are wooing in the shallows coolO
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And more than these in this delicious timeP
The melody sublimeP
That inward spirit hearsN
The faint and far off music of the spheresN
Immortal harmonies too fine for earsN
Dulled in the dusty waysN
Deaf with the din of the laborious daysN
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Whereto responsive as the vibrant wireQ
Of some aeolian lyreR
Fanned by celestial wingsN
The summoned soul in mystic concord bringsN
The deep notes latent in its trembling stringsN
Joining the choir divineB
Of all the worlds that in the ether shineB
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O sacred hour O sweet night calm and fairS
Thou dost rebuke despairS
Thou dost assuage the painT
Of passionate spirit and distempered brainT
And with thy balms distilled like gentle rainT
Dost heal the fret and smartC
And nerve the courage of this coward's heartC
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And lift me up a Moses on the MountC
To the pure source and fountC
Of law transcending lawU
Of life that hallows life I know no moreV
Of life's great Giver than I knew beforeV
But these His creatures tellW
That He is living and that all is wellW
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Oh to be there to nightC
To see that rose of sunset flame and fadeC
On ghostly mountain heightC
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and bladeC
From the departing lightC
Each tree fern feather of the wildwood gladeC
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From arid streets to passN
Down those green aisles where golden wattles bloomX
Over the fragrant grassN
And smell the eucalyptus in a gloomX
That is as clear as glassN
The dew fresh scents of bracken and of broomX
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These city clamours muteC
To hear the woodland necromancers playY
Each his enchanted luteC
That dear bird laugh so exquisitely gayY
The magpie's silver fluteC
In vesper carol to the dying dayY
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To hear the live wind blowK
The delicate stir and whisper of the treesN
As light breaths come and goK
The brooklet murmuring to the vagrant breezeN
The bull frog twanging lowK
His deep toned mandolin to chime with theseN
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And then the whispering rillsN
The hushed lone wheel or hoof or axeman's toolO
The brooding dark that stillsN
The sweet Pan piping of the grove and poolO
The dimly glimmering hillsN
The sleeping night so heavenly clean and coolO
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Oh for that mother breastC
That takes the broken spirit for repairS
The worn out brain for restC
That healing silence that untainted airS
That Peace of God Blest blestC
The very memory that I once was thereS
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The thought that someday yetC
In flesh not dreams I may return againZ
And at those altars setC
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In the pure skies above the smoky plainT
Remember and forgetC
The joy of living and its price of painT
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That sullied earth reservesN
Such spacious refuge virgin and apartC
That wasting life preservesN
Such sweet retreat for the distracted heartC
Such fount of strength for nervesN
Torn in the ruthless struggle of the martC
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That Government divineB
O'er all this reek of blunders and of woesN
Keeps an unravaged shrineB
Not here not there but in the souls of thoseN
Who neither weep nor whineB
But trust the guidance of the One Who KnowsN

Ada Cambridge



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