The Box-tree's Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEEEFGEE HHIIIJJEEKL MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECC EE EENBEEEEEEOOLLEEEEEE EEPPQQLLEEEEQQEEEEPP LLEEEEEEEEGGLLEECREE SSTTRHRREEU VVRRWWRREELLEEXX RREEEE LLEESSEEYYEEQQRREEZZ BB E E A2A2 EEB2B2E EEC2C2RRJN LLBBD2D2EERR EEE2E2F2F2G2H2I2I2J2 J2LLQQB2B2 RREELLong 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 ' | - |
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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 |
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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 | L |
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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