The Demon Snow-shoes (a Legend Of Kiandra) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF GGHHII JJKKLL MMNNOO PQRREE SSTTUU VVWWVV NNVVGG VVXXVV VVVVYY GGZZA2A2 VVB2B2C2C2 VVVVVV TTNNVV NND2D2MM VVVVLL VVVVVV VVNNE2E2 VVZZLF2 D2D2NNVV| The snow lies deep on hill and dale | A |
| In rocky gulch and grassy vale | A |
| The tiny trickling tumbling falls | B |
| Are frozen 'twixt their rocky walls | B |
| That grey and brown look silent down | C |
| Upon Kiandra's shrouded town | C |
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| The Eucumbene itself lies dead | D |
| Fast frozen in its narrow bed | D |
| And distant sounds ring out quite near | E |
| The crystal air is froze so clear | E |
| While to and fro the people go | F |
| In silent swiftness o'er the snow | F |
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| And like a mighty gallows frame | G |
| The derrick in the New Chum claim | G |
| Hangs over where despite the cold | H |
| Strong miners seek the hidden gold | H |
| And stiff and blue half frozen through | I |
| The fickle dame of Fortune woo | I |
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| Far out along a snow capped range | J |
| There rose a sound which echoed strange | J |
| Where snow emburthen'd branches hang | K |
| And flashing icicles there rang | K |
| A gay refrain as towards the plain | L |
| Sped swiftly downward Carl the Dane | L |
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| His long lithe snow shoes sped along | M |
| In easy rhythm to his song | M |
| Now slowly circling round the hill | N |
| Now speeding downward with a will | N |
| The crystals crash and blaze and flash | O |
| As o'er the frozen crust they dash | O |
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| Among the hills the first he shone | P |
| Of all who buckled snow shoe on | Q |
| For though the mountain lads were fleet | R |
| But one bold rival dare compete | R |
| To veer and steer devoid of fear | E |
| Beside this strong limbed mountaineer | E |
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| 'Twas Davy Eccleston who dared | S |
| To cast the challenge If Carl cared | S |
| On shoes to try their mutual pace | T |
| Then let him enter for the race | T |
| Which might be run by anyone | U |
| A would be champion Carl said Done | U |
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| But not alone in point of speed | V |
| They sought to gain an equal meed | V |
| For in the narrow lists of love | W |
| Dave Eccleston had cast the glove | W |
| Though both had prayed the blushing maid | V |
| As yet no preference betrayed | V |
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| But played them off as women will | N |
| One 'gainst the other one until | N |
| A day when she was sorely pressed | V |
| To loving neither youth confessed | V |
| But did exclaim the wily dame | G |
| Who wins this race I'll bear his name | G |
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| These words were running through Carl's head | V |
| As o'er the frozen crust he sped | V |
| But suddenly became aware | X |
| That not alone he travelled there | X |
| He sudden spied with swinging stride | V |
| A stranger speeding by his side | V |
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| The breezes o'er each shoulder toss d | V |
| His beard bediamonded with frost | V |
| His eyes flashed strangely bushy browed | V |
| His breath hung round him like a shroud | V |
| He never spoke nor silence broke | Y |
| But by the Dane sped stroke for stroke | Y |
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| Old man I neither know your name | G |
| Nor what you are nor whence you came | G |
| But this if I but had your shoes | Z |
| This championship I ne'er could lose | Z |
| To call them mine those shoes divine | A2 |
| I'll gladly pay should you incline | A2 |
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| The stranger merely bowed his head | V |
| The shoes are yours he gruffly said | V |
| I change with you though at a loss | B2 |
| And in return I ask that cross | B2 |
| Which while she sung your mother hung | C2 |
| Around your neck when you were young | C2 |
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| Carl hesitated when he heard | V |
| The price but not for long demurred | V |
| And gave the cross the shoes were laced | V |
| Upon his feet in trembling haste | V |
| So long and light smooth polished bright | V |
| His heart beat gladly at the sight | V |
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| Now on the morning of the race | T |
| Expectancy on every face | T |
| They come the programme to fulfil | N |
| Upon the slope of Township Hill | N |
| With silent feet the people meet | V |
| While youths and maidens laughing greet | V |
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| High piled the flashing snowdrifts lie | N |
| And laugh to scorn the sun's dull eye | N |
| That glistening feebly seems to say | D2 |
| When Summer comes you'll melt away | D2 |
| You'll change your song when I grow strong | M |
| I think so though I may be wrong | M |
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| The pistol flashed and off they went | V |
| Like lightning on the steep descent | V |
| Resistlessly down swooping swift | V |
| O'er the smooth face of polished drift | V |
| The racers strain with might and main | L |
| But in the lead flies Carl the Dane | L |
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| Behind him Davy did his best | V |
| With hopeless eye and lip compressed | V |
| Beat by a snow shoe length at most | V |
| They flash and pass the winning post | V |
| The maiden said I'll gladly wed | V |
| The youth who in this race has led | V |
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| But where was he still speeding fast | V |
| Over the frozen stream he pass d | V |
| They watched his flying form until | N |
| They lost it over Sawyer's Hill | N |
| Nor saw it more the people swore | E2 |
| The like they'd never seen before | E2 |
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| The way he scaled that steep ascent | V |
| Was quite against all precedent | V |
| While others said he could but choose | Z |
| To do it on those demon shoes | Z |
| They talked in vain for Carl the Dane | L |
| Was never seen in flesh again | F2 |
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| But now the lonely diggers say | D2 |
| That sometimes at the close of day | D2 |
| They see a misty wraith flash by | N |
| With the faint echo of a cry | N |
| It may be true perhaps they do | V |
| I doubt it much but what say you | V |
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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