The Dwellings Of Our Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBBBDBEFFGFHAAIAJ BBKBKLLFLFJJMJMFFLFL JJJJJJJNJNGGJGJFFOFO| They lie unwatched in waste and vacant places | A |
| In sombre bush or wind swept tussock spaces | A |
| Where seldom human tread | B |
| And never human trace is | C |
| The dwellings of our dead | B |
| No insolence of stone is o'er them builded | B |
| By mockery of monuments unshielded | B |
| Far on the unfenced plain | D |
| Forgotten graves have yielded | B |
| Earth to free earth again | E |
| Above their crypts no air with incense reeling | F |
| No chant of choir or sob of organ pealing | F |
| But ever over them | G |
| The evening breezes kneeling | F |
| Whisper a requiem | H |
| For some the margeless plain where no one passes | A |
| Save when at morning far in misty masses | A |
| The drifting flock appears | I |
| Lo here the greener grasses | A |
| Glint like a stain of tears | J |
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| For some the quiet bush shade strewn and saddened | B |
| Whereo'er the herald tui morning gladdened | B |
| Lone on his chosen tree | K |
| With his new rapture maddened | B |
| Shouts incoherently | K |
| For some the gully where in whispers tender | L |
| The flax blades mourn and murmur and the slender | L |
| White ranks of toi go | F |
| With drooping plumes of splendour | L |
| In pageantry of woe | F |
| For some the common trench where not all fameless | J |
| They fighting fell who thought to tame the tameless | J |
| And won their barren crown | M |
| Where one grave holds them nameless | J |
| Brave white and braver brown | M |
| But in their sleep like troubled children turning | F |
| A dream of mother country in them burning | F |
| They whisper their despair | L |
| And one vague voiceless yearning | F |
| Burdens the pausing air | L |
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| Unchanging here the drab year onward presses | J |
| No Spring comes trysting here with new loosed tresses | J |
| And never may the years | J |
| Win Autumn's sweet caresses | J |
| Her leaves that fall like tears | J |
| And we would lie 'neath old remembered beeches | J |
| Where we could hear the voice of him who preaches | J |
| And the deep organ's call | N |
| While close about us reaches | J |
| The cool grey lichened wall | N |
| But they are ours and jealously we hold them | G |
| Within our children's ranks we have enrolled them | G |
| And till all Time shall cease | J |
| Our brooding bush shall fold them | G |
| In her broad bosomed peace | J |
| They came as lovers come all else forsaking | F |
| The bonds of home and kindred proudly breaking | F |
| They lie in splendour lone | O |
| The nation of their making | F |
| Their everlasting throne | O |
Arthur Henry Adams
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