The Box-tree's Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Long time beside the squatter's gateA
A great grey Box Tree early lateA
Or shine or rain in silence thereB
Had stood and watched the seasons fareB
Had seen the wind upon the plainC
Caress the amber ears of grainC
The river burst its banks and comeD
Far past its belt of mighty gumD
Had seen the scarlet months of droughtE
Scourging the land with fiery knoutE
And seasons ill and seasons goodE
Had alternated as they wouldE
The years were born had grown and goneF
While suns had set and suns had shoneG
Fierce flames had swept chill waters drenchedE
That sturdy yeoman never blenchedE
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The Tree had watched the station growH
The buildings rising row on rowH
And from that point of vantage greenI
Peering athwart its leafy screenI
The wondering soldier birds had seenI
The lumbering bullock dray draw nearJ
Led by that swarthy pioneerJ
Who gazing at the pleasant shadeE
Was tempted dropped his whip and stayedE
Brought there his wanderings to a closeK
Unloosed the polished yokes and bowsL
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The bullocks thankful for the boonM
Rang on their bells a merry tuneM
The hobbles clinked the horses grazedE
The snowy calico was raisedE
The fire was lit the fragrant teaE
Drunk to a sunset melodyE
Tuned by the day before it diedE
To waken on Earth's other sideE
There 'twas beneath that Box Tree's shadeE
Fortune's foundation stone was laidE
Cemented fast with toil and thriftE
Stone upon stone was laid to liftE
A mighty arch commemorateE
Of one who reached the goal too lateE
That white haired pioneer with prideE
Fitted the keystone then he diedE
His toil his thrift all to what bootE
He gave his life for Dead Sea fruitE
What did it boot his wide domainC
Of feathered pine and sweeping plainC
Sand ridge and turf for he lay deadE
Another reigning in his steadE
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His sons forgot him but that TreeE
Mourned for him long and silentlyE
And o'er the old man's lonely bierN
Would if he could have dropped a tearB
One other being only sharedE
His grief one other only caredE
And she was but a six years' maidE
His grandchild who had watched him fadeE
In childish ignorance and weptE
Because the poor old grand dad sleptE
So long a sleep and never cameO
To smile upon her at her gameO
Or tell her stories of the faysL
And giants of the olden daysL
She cared and as the seasons spedE
Linked by the memory of the deadE
They two the Box Tree and the ChildE
Grew old in friendship and she smiledE
Clapping her chubby hands with gleeE
When for her pleasure that old TreeE
Would shake his limbs and let the lightE
Glance in a million sparkles brightE
From off his polished olive cloakP
Then would the infant gently strokeP
His massive bole and laughing tryQ
To count the patches of blue skyQ
Betwixt his leaves or in the shadesL
That trembled on the grassy bladesL
Trace curious faces till her headE
Of gold grew heavy then he'd spreadE
His leaves to shield her while he dronedE
A lullaby so softly tonedE
It seemed but as the gentle sighQ
Of Summer as she floated byQ
While bird and beast grew humble voicedE
Seeing those golden ringlets moistE
With dew of sleep With one small handE
Grasping a grass stem for a wandE
Titania slept Nature nor spokeP
Nor dared to breathe until she wokeP
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The years passed onward and perchanceL
The Tree had shot his tufted lanceL
Up to the sky a few slow feetE
But one great limb grew down to greetE
His mistress who had ne'er declinedE
In love for him though far behindE
Her child life lay and now she stoodE
Waiting to welcome womanhoodE
She loved him always as of oldE
Yet would his great roots grasp the mouldE
And knotted branches grind and groanG
To see her seek him not aloneG
For lovers came and 'neath those boughsL
With suave conversing sought to rouseL
The slumbering passion in a breastE
Whose coldness gave an added zestE
To the pursuit but all in vainC
They spoke the once nor came againR
Save one alone who pressed his suitE
Man like he loved forbidden fruitE
And strove to change her Nay to YeaS
Until it fell upon a dayS
Once more he put his fate to proofT
Standing beneath that olive roofT
And though her answer still was No'R
He half incensed refused to goH
Asking her Had she heart for noneR
Because there was some other oneR
Who claimed it all Whereon the maidE
Slipped off her ring and laughing saidE
Look you my friend here now I proveU
The truth of it and pledge my love '-
And poised on tiptoe touched a limbV
That bent to gratify her whimV
She slipped the golden circle onR
A tiny branchlet whence it shoneR
Mocking the suitor with its gleamW
A quaint dispersal of his dreamW
She left the trinket there but whenR
She came to take it back againR
She found it not nor though she kneltE
Upon the scented grass and feltE
Among its roots or parted sheavesL
And peered among the shining leavesL
Could it be found The Box Tree heldE
Her troth for aye his great form swelledE
Until the bitter sap swept throughX
His veins and gave him youth anewX
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With busy fingers lank and thinR
The fatal Sisters sit and spinR
Life's web in gloomy musings wraptE
Caring not when a thread is snaptE
What harm its severance may doE
Whether it strangleth one or twoE
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Alas there came an awful spaceL
Of time wherein that sweet young faceL
Grew pale its sharpened outline pressedE
Deep in the pillow for a guestE
Unsought unbidden forced his wayS
Into the chamber where she layS
'Twas Death Outside the Box Tree keptE
Sad vigil and at times he sweptE
His branches softly as a thrillY
Shot through his framework boding illY
To her he loved and so he badeE
A bird fly ask her why she stayedE
The messenger with glistening eyeQ
Returned and said The maid doth lieQ
Asleep I tapped upon the paneR
She stirred not so I tapped againR
She rests so silent on the bedE
Friend that I fear the maid is deadE
For they have cut great sprays of bloomZ
And laid them all about the roomZ
The scent of roses fills the airB
They nestle in her breast and hairB
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Like snowy mourners scented sweetE
Around her pillow and her feet '-
Ah me ' the Box Tree sighing saidE
My love is dead my love is dead '-
And shook his branches till each leafA2
Chorused his agony of griefA2
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They bore the maiden forth and laidE
Her down to rest where she had playedE
Amid her piles of forest spoilB2
In childhood now the sun caked soilB2
Closed over her Ah ' sighed the TreeE
Mark how my love doth come to me '-
He pushed brown rootlets down and slidE
Between the casket and its lidE
And bade them very gently creepC2
And wake the maiden from her sleepC2
The tiny filaments slipped downR
And plucked the lace upon her gownR
She stirred not when they ventured nearJ
And softly whispered in her earN
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The silken fibres gently pressL
Upon her lips a chill caressL
They wreathe her waist they brush her hairB
Under her pallid eyelids stareB
Yet all in vain she will not wakeD2
Not even for her lover's sakeD2
The Box Tree groaned aloud and criedE
Ah me grim Death hath stole my brideE
Where is she hidden Where hath flownR
Her soul I cannot bide aloneR
But fain would follow '-
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Then he calledE
And whispered to an ant that crawledE
Upon a bough and bade it seekE2
The white ant colony and speakE2
A message where beneath a domeF2
Of earth the white queen hath her homeF2
She sent a mighty army forthG2
That fall upon the tree in wrathH2
And entering by a tiny holeI2
Fill all the hollow of his boleI2
Through all its pipes and crannies pourJ2
Sharp at his aching heart strings toreJ2
Along his branches built a mazeL
Of sinuous earthen covered waysL
His smooth leaves shrunk his sap ran dryQ
The sunbeams laughing from the skyQ
Helped the ant workers at their toilB2
Sucking all moisture from the soilB2
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Then on a night the wind swept downR
And rustled 'mid the foliage brownR
The mighty framework creaked and groanedE
In giant agony and moanedE
Its wind swept branchesL

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake



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