The Bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCADAD EAEAFFGHGG IJKJLMNJNJ ODODJJAJAJ POPOQQGRGR SDSDDDJGJT OJAJDDUFUF VOVOWWQJQJ JJJJOOQOQO JXJYUUODOD UOUODDADAD JVJVZZAA2AA2 B2AB2AC2C2QD2QD2 JDJDAAQJQJ OAOAJE2E2JE2J ODODDDDVDV JAJAOOQDQDOJO AAQVQV OGOJ| I wonder if the spell the mystery | A |
| That like a haze about your silence clings | B |
| Moulding your void until we seem to see | A |
| Tangible Presences of Deathless Things | B |
| Patterned but little to our spirits' woof | C |
| Yet from our love or hate not all aloof | C |
| Can be the matrix where are forming slowly | A |
| Troy tales of Old Australia to refine | D |
| Eras to come of ordered melancholy | A |
| 'Neath lily pale Perfection's anodyne | D |
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| For Troy hath ever been and Homer sang | E |
| Its younger story for a lodging's fee | A |
| While o'er Scamander settlers' axes rang | E |
| Amid the Bush where Ilium was to be | A |
| For Cretan Art dim centuries before | F |
| Minoan Dream times some Briseis bore | F |
| Sumerian Phoebus by a willowed water | G |
| Song built a Troy for far Chaldea where | H |
| The sons of God beholding Leda's daughter | G |
| Bartered eternal thrones for love of her | G |
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| Across each terraced aeon Time hath sowed | I |
| With green tautology of vanished years | J |
| Gaping aghast or webbed with shining lode | K |
| Achilles' anger's earthquake rift appears | J |
| The towers that Phoebus builds can never fall | L |
| Desire that Helen lights can never pall | M |
| Yea wounded Love hath still but gods to fly to | N |
| When lust of war inflames Diomedes | J |
| Must some Australian Hector vainly die too | N |
| Captives in ships change that omen Trees | J |
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| Yea Mother Bush in your deep dreams abide | O |
| Cupids alert for man and maid unborn | D |
| Apprentice Pucks amid your saplings hide | O |
| And wistful gorges wait a Roland horn | D |
| Wallet of Sigurd shall this swag replace | J |
| And centaurs curvet where those brumbies race | J |
| That drover's tale of love shall greaten duly | A |
| Through magic prisms of a myriad years | J |
| Till bums Isolde to Tristram's fervour newly | A |
| Or Launcelot to golden Guinevere's | J |
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| The miner cradling washdirt by the creek | P |
| Or pulled through darkness dripping to the plat | O |
| The navvy boring tunnels through the peak | P |
| The farmer grubbing box trees on the flat | O |
| The hawker camping by the roadside spring | Q |
| The hodman on the giddy scaffolding | Q |
| Moths that around the fashion windows flutter | G |
| The racecourse spider and the betting fly | R |
| The children romping by the city gutter | G |
| While baby crows to every passer by | R |
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| From these rough blocks strewn o'er our ancient stream | S |
| Sculptors shall chisel brownie fairy faun | D |
| Any myrmidons of some Homeric dream | S |
| From Melbourne mob and Sydney push be drawn | D |
| The humdrum lives that now we tire of then | D |
| Romance shall be and 'we heroic men | D |
| Treading the vestibule of Golden Ages | J |
| The Isthmus of the Land of Heart's Desire | G |
| For lo the Sybil's final volume's pages | J |
| Ope with our Advent close when we expire | T |
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| Forgetful Change in one 'antiquity' | O |
| Boreal gleams shall drown and southern glows | J |
| Out of some singing woman's heart break plea | A |
| Australia's dawn shall flush with Sappho's rose | J |
| Strong Shirlow's hand shall trace Mantegna's line | D |
| And Soma foam from Victor Daley's wine | D |
| Scholars to be our prehistoric drama | U |
| From Esson's 'Woman Tamer' shall restore | F |
| Or find in Gilbert's 'Lotus Stream and Lama' | U |
| An Austral Nile and Buddhas we adore | F |
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| The sunlit Satyrs follow Hugh McCrae | V |
| Quinn spans the ocean with a Celtic ford | O |
| And Williamson the Pan pipe learns to play | V |
| From magpie songs our schoolboy ears ignored | O |
| A sweeter woe no keen of Erin gave | W |
| Than Kendall sings o'er Araluen's grave | W |
| Tasmanian Wordsworth to his chapel riding | Q |
| The Burning Bush and Ardath mead shall pass | J |
| Or from the sea coast of Bohemia gliding | Q |
| On craft of dream behold a shepherd lass | J |
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| Jessie Mackay on Southern Highlands sees | J |
| The elves deploy in kem and gallowglass | J |
| Our Gilbert Murray writes 'Euripides' | J |
| Pirani merges in Pythagoras | J |
| Marsyas plunges into Lethe flayed | O |
| From Rhadamanthine Stephens' steady blade | O |
| While Benvenuto Morton drunk with singing | Q |
| Sees salamanders in a bush fire's bed | O |
| And Spencer sails from Alcheringa bringing | Q |
| Intaglios totems and Books of the Dead | O |
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| On Southern fiords shall Brady's Long Snakes hiss | J |
| Heavy with brides he wins to Viking troth | X |
| O'Reilly's Sydney shall be Sybaris | J |
| While Melbourne's Muses sup their Spartan broth | Y |
| Murdoch Zenobia's counsellor in time | U |
| Redacts from Burke his book on The Sublime | U |
| By Way was Homer into Greek translated | O |
| And Shakespeare's self is Sophocles so plain | D |
| They know the kerb whereon the Furies waited | O |
| Outside the Mermaid Inn in Brogan's Lane | D |
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| Vane shall divide with Vern Eureka's fame | U |
| Tillett and Mann are Tyler then and Cade | O |
| Dowie's entwines with Cagliostro's name | U |
| And in Tarpeia's lo those fair forms fade | O |
| Who drug the poor for social bread and wine | D |
| And lift the furtive latch to Catiline | D |
| There where the Longmore featured Gracchi hurry | A |
| And Greek browed Higinbotham walks anon | D |
| The 'wealthy lower orders' leap the Murray | A |
| Before the stockwhip cracks of Jardine Don | D |
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| Cleons in 'Windsor dress at Syracuse | J |
| Their thin plebeians' promised meal delay | V |
| And Archibald begets Australia's Muse | J |
| Upon an undine red of Chowder Bay | V |
| Paterson's swan draws Amphitrite's car | Z |
| And Sidon learns from Young what purples are | Z |
| Rose Scott refutes dogmatic Cyril gaily | A |
| Hypatia turns the anti suffrage flank | A2 |
| And Herod's daughter sools her 'morning daily' | A |
| On John the Baptist by the Yarra Bank | A2 |
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| Yon regal bustard fading hence ere long | B2 |
| Shall seem the guide we followed to the Grail | A |
| This lyre bird on his dancing mound of song | B2 |
| Our mystagogue of some Bacchantic vale | A |
| Where feathered Pan guffaws 'Evoe ' above | C2 |
| And Maenad curlews shriek their midnight love | C2 |
| That trailing flight of distant swans is bearing | Q |
| Sarpedon's soul to its eternal joy | D2 |
| This ibis from the very Nile despairing | Q |
| Memnon our own would warn from fatal Troy | D2 |
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| Primeval gnomes distilled the golden bribes | J |
| That have impregnated your musing waste with men | D |
| But shall the spell of your pathetic tribes | J |
| Curl round in time our fairer limbs again | D |
| Through that long tunnel of your gloom I see | A |
| Gardens of a metropolis to be | A |
| Out of the depths the mountain ash is soaring | Q |
| To embryon gods of what unsounded space | J |
| Out of the heights what influence is pouring | Q |
| Thin desolation on your haunted face | J |
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| Many there are who see no higher lot | O |
| For all your writhing centuries of toil | A |
| Than that the avaricious plough should blot | O |
| Their wilding burgeon and the red brand spoil | A |
| Your cyclopean garniture to sow | J |
| The cheap parterres of Europe on your woe | E2 |
| They weave all sorceries but yours and borrow | E2 |
| The tinkling spells of alien winds and seas | J |
| To drown the chord of purifying sorrow | E2 |
| Bom ere the world that pulses through your trees | J |
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| For save when we in not o'er subtle mood | O |
| Hear magpies warbling soft November in | D |
| Or hand in hand with Love a dreaming wood | O |
| Or bouldered crest of crisper April win | D |
| Your harps unblurred by glozing strings intone | D |
| The dirges that behind Creation moan | D |
| 'Where riding reinless billows new lives dash on | D |
| The souring beach of yesterday's decay | V |
| Where Love's chord leaps from mandrake shrieks of passion | D |
| And groping gods mould man from quivering clay | V |
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| Is Nature deaf and blind and dumb A cruse | J |
| Unfilled of wine Clay for an unbreathed soul | A |
| Alien to man till his desires transfuse | J |
| Their flames through wind and water leaf and bole | A |
| And each crude fane elaborately fit | O |
| With oracles that echo all his wit | O |
| The living wilds of Greece saw death returning | Q |
| When Pan that men had made fell from his throne | D |
| Till through her sap our very blood is churning | Q |
| The Bush her lonely alien woe shall moan | D |
| Or is she reticent but to be kind | O |
| Whispers she not beneath her mask of clods | J |
| 'Who asks he shall receive who seeks shall find | O |
| Who knocks shall open every door of God's ' | - |
| Dumb Faith's blind Hope's eternal consort she | A |
| Gravid with all that is on earth to be | A |
| Corn wine and oil in hungry granite hiding | Q |
| All Beauty under sober wings of clay | V |
| All life beneath her dead heart long abiding | Q |
| Yea all the gods her sons and she obey | V |
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| What sin's wan expiation strewed your Vast | O |
| With mounded pillage of what conquering fire | G |
| Slumbering throes of what prodigious Past | O |
| Exhale thes | J |
Bernard O'dowd
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