The Winds Message Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCBCDEDE FGFGHCHC IJIJKHKH LMNMKHKHA | |
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There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark | B |
Above the tossing of the pines above the river's flow | C |
It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart iron bark | B |
It drifted where the wild ducks played amid the swamps below | C |
It brought a breath of mountain air from off the hills of pine | D |
A scent of eucalyptus trees in honey laden bloom | E |
And drifting drifting far away along the Southern line | D |
It caught from leaf and grass and fern a subtle strange perfume | E |
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It reached the toiling city folk but few there were that heard | F |
The rattle of their busy life had choked the whisper down | G |
And some but caught a fresh blown breeze with scent of pine that stirred | F |
A thought of blue hills far away beyond the smoky town | G |
And others heard the whisper pass but could not understand | H |
The magic of the breeze's breath that set their hearts aglow | C |
Nor how the roving wind could bring across the Overland | H |
A sound of voices silent now and songs of long ago | C |
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But some that heard the whisper clear were filled with vague unrest | I |
The breeze had brought its message home they could not fixed abide | J |
Their fancies wandered all the day towards the blue hills' breast | I |
Towards the sunny slopes that lie along the riverside | J |
The mighty rolling western plains are very fair to see | K |
Where waving to the passing breeze the silver myalls stand | H |
But fairer are the giant hills all rugged though they be | K |
From which the two great rivers rise that run along the Bland | H |
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Oh rocky range and rugged spur and river running clear | L |
That swings around the sudden bends with swirl of snow white foam | M |
Though we your sons are far away we sometimes seem to hear | N |
The message that the breezes bring to call the wanderers home | M |
The mountain peaks are white with snow that feeds a thousand rills | K |
Along the rive banks the maize grows tall on virgin land | H |
And we shall live to see once more those sunny southern hills | K |
And strike once more the bridle track that leads along the Bland | H |
Banjo Paterson
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