The Box-tree's Love Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Long time beside the squatter's gate	A
A great grey Box Tree early late	A
Or shine or rain in silence there	B
Had stood and watched the seasons fare	B
Had seen the wind upon the plain	C
Caress the amber ears of grain	C
The river burst its banks and come	D
Far past its belt of mighty gum	D
Had seen the scarlet months of drought	E
Scourging the land with fiery knout	E
And seasons ill and seasons good	E
Had alternated as they would	E
The years were born had grown and gone	F
While suns had set and suns had shone	G
Fierce flames had swept chill waters drenched	E
That sturdy yeoman never blenched	E
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The Tree had watched the station grow	H
The buildings rising row on row	H
And from that point of vantage green	I
Peering athwart its leafy screen	I
The wondering soldier birds had seen	I
The lumbering bullock dray draw near	J
Led by that swarthy pioneer	J
Who gazing at the pleasant shade	E
Was tempted dropped his whip and stayed	E
Brought there his wanderings to a close	K
Unloosed the polished yokes and bows	L
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The bullocks thankful for the boon	M
Rang on their bells a merry tune	M
The hobbles clinked the horses grazed	E
The snowy calico was raised	E
The fire was lit the fragrant tea	E
Drunk to a sunset melody	E
Tuned by the day before it died	E
To waken on Earth's other side	E
There 'twas beneath that Box Tree's shade	E
Fortune's foundation stone was laid	E
Cemented fast with toil and thrift	E
Stone upon stone was laid to lift	E
A mighty arch commemorate	E
Of one who reached the goal too late	E
That white haired pioneer with pride	E
Fitted the keystone then he died	E
His toil his thrift all to what boot	E
He gave his life for Dead Sea fruit	E
What did it boot his wide domain	C
Of feathered pine and sweeping plain	C
Sand ridge and turf for he lay dead	E
Another reigning in his stead	E
	-
His sons forgot him but that Tree	E
Mourned for him long and silently	E
And o'er the old man's lonely bier	N
Would if he could have dropped a tear	B
One other being only shared	E
His grief one other only cared	E
And she was but a six years' maid	E
His grandchild who had watched him fade	E
In childish ignorance and wept	E
Because the poor old grand dad slept	E
So long a sleep and never came	O
To smile upon her at her game	O
Or tell her stories of the fays	L
And giants of the olden days	L
She cared and as the seasons sped	E
Linked by the memory of the dead	E
They two the Box Tree and the Child	E
Grew old in friendship and she smiled	E
Clapping her chubby hands with glee	E
When for her pleasure that old Tree	E
Would shake his limbs and let the light	E
Glance in a million sparkles bright	E
From off his polished olive cloak	P
Then would the infant gently stroke	P
His massive bole and laughing try	Q
To count the patches of blue sky	Q
Betwixt his leaves or in the shades	L
That trembled on the grassy blades	L
Trace curious faces till her head	E
Of gold grew heavy then he'd spread	E
His leaves to shield her while he droned	E
A lullaby so softly toned	E
It seemed but as the gentle sigh	Q
Of Summer as she floated by	Q
While bird and beast grew humble voiced	E
Seeing those golden ringlets moist	E
With dew of sleep With one small hand	E
Grasping a grass stem for a wand	E
Titania slept Nature nor spoke	P
Nor dared to breathe until she woke	P
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The years passed onward and perchance	L
The Tree had shot his tufted lance	L
Up to the sky a few slow feet	E
But one great limb grew down to greet	E
His mistress who had ne'er declined	E
In love for him though far behind	E
Her child life lay and now she stood	E
Waiting to welcome womanhood	E
She loved him always as of old	E
Yet would his great roots grasp the mould	E
And knotted branches grind and groan	G
To see her seek him not alone	G
For lovers came and 'neath those boughs	L
With suave conversing sought to rouse	L
The slumbering passion in a breast	E
Whose coldness gave an added zest	E
To the pursuit but all in vain	C
They spoke the once nor came again	R
Save one alone who pressed his suit	E
Man like he loved forbidden fruit	E
And strove to change her Nay to Yea	S
Until it fell upon a day	S
Once more he put his fate to proof	T
Standing beneath that olive roof	T
And though her answer still was 'No'	R
He half incensed refused to go	H
Asking her Had she heart for none	R
Because there was some other one	R
Who claimed it all Whereon the maid	E
Slipped off her ring and laughing said	E
'Look you my friend here now I prove	U
The truth of it and pledge my love '	-
And poised on tiptoe touched a limb	V
That bent to gratify her whim	V
She slipped the golden circle on	R
A tiny branchlet whence it shone	R
Mocking the suitor with its gleam	W
A quaint dispersal of his dream	W
She left the trinket there but when	R
She came to take it back again	R
She found it not nor though she knelt	E
Upon the scented grass and felt	E
Among its roots or parted sheaves	L
And peered among the shining leaves	L
Could it be found The Box Tree held	E
Her troth for aye his great form swelled	E
Until the bitter sap swept through	X
His veins and gave him youth anew	X
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With busy fingers lank and thin	R
The fatal Sisters sit and spin	R
Life's web in gloomy musings wrapt	E
Caring not when a thread is snapt	E
What harm its severance may do	E
Whether it strangleth one or two	E
	-
Alas there came an awful space	L
Of time wherein that sweet young face	L
Grew pale its sharpened outline pressed	E
Deep in the pillow for a guest	E
Unsought unbidden forced his way	S
Into the chamber where she lay	S
'Twas Death Outside the Box Tree kept	E
Sad vigil and at times he swept	E
His branches softly as a thrill	Y
Shot through his framework boding ill	Y
To her he loved and so he bade	E
A bird fly ask her why she stayed	E
The messenger with glistening eye	Q
Returned and said 'The maid doth lie	Q
Asleep I tapped upon the pane	R
She stirred not so I tapped again	R
She rests so silent on the bed	E
Friend that I fear the maid is dead	E
For they have cut great sprays of bloom	Z
And laid them all about the room	Z
The scent of roses fills the air	B
They nestle in her breast and hair	B
	-
Like snowy mourners scented sweet	E
Around her pillow and her feet '	-
'Ah me ' the Box Tree sighing said	E
'My love is dead my love is dead '	-
And shook his branches till each leaf	A2
Chorused his agony of grief	A2
	-
They bore the maiden forth and laid	E
Her down to rest where she had played	E
Amid her piles of forest spoil	B2
In childhood now the sun caked soil	B2
Closed over her 'Ah ' sighed the Tree	E
'Mark how my love doth come to me '	-
He pushed brown rootlets down and slid	E
Between the casket and its lid	E
And bade them very gently creep	C2
And wake the maiden from her sleep	C2
The tiny filaments slipped down	R
And plucked the lace upon her gown	R
She stirred not when they ventured near	J
And softly whispered in her ear	N
	-
The silken fibres gently press	L
Upon her lips a chill caress	L
They wreathe her waist they brush her hair	B
Under her pallid eyelids stare	B
Yet all in vain she will not wake	D2
Not even for her lover's sake	D2
The Box Tree groaned aloud and cried	E
'Ah me grim Death hath stole my bride	E
Where is she hidden Where hath flown	R
Her soul I cannot bide alone	R
But fain would follow '	-
	-
Then he called	E
And whispered to an ant that crawled	E
Upon a bough and bade it seek	E2
The white ant colony and speak	E2
A message where beneath a dome	F2
Of earth the white queen hath her home	F2
She sent a mighty army forth	G2
That fall upon the tree in wrath	H2
And entering by a tiny hole	I2
Fill all the hollow of his bole	I2
Through all its pipes and crannies pour	J2
Sharp at his aching heart strings tore	J2
Along his branches built a maze	L
Of sinuous earthen covered ways	L
His smooth leaves shrunk his sap ran dry	Q
The sunbeams laughing from the sky	Q
Helped the ant workers at their toil	B2
Sucking all moisture from the soil	B2
	-
Then on a night the wind swept down	R
And rustled 'mid the foliage brown	R
The mighty framework creaked and groaned	E
In giant agony and moaned	E
Its wind swept branches growing numb	D
'I come my love my love I come '	-
A gust more furious than the rest	E
Struck the great Box Tree's shivering crest	E
The great bole snapped across its girth	K2
The forest monarch fell to earth	K2
With such a mighty rush of sound	E
The settlers heard it miles around	E
While upward through the windy night	E
That faithful lover's soul took flight	E
	-
The squatter smiled to see it fall	L2
He sent his men with wedge and maul	L2
Who split the tree but found it good	E
For nothing more than kindling wood	E
They marvelled much to find a ring	M2
Asking themselves what chanced to bring	M2
The golden circlet which they found	E
Clasping a branchlet firmly round	E
Foolish and blind they could not see	E
The faithfulness of that dead Tree	E