Echoes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDEFDDGGHAAAIJ KLLMMNNOOPPQAQDRMMOO AAASSTUUQMMVWQWDMMFA FWWWWFDWWWFFDAMMOOXX MWMWMFQWYDWWAAWWFWZF FFAYW| Brothers | A |
| That is to say those of you that are | B |
| For even in the most altruistic mood there are some I bar | B |
| Brothers | A |
| Workers shirkers writers skiters philosophers and others | A |
| Attend I address myself only to those | C |
| Of the class that habitually looketh even beyond its nose | C |
| To him I speak who shrewdly seeketh for the milk in the cocoanut while his fellows are repeating the bald assertion that 'The fruit is not yet ripe ' | D |
| Him I address who knoweth the sheep from the goats the chaff from the oats | E |
| the half quid from the gilded sixpence and the common sense from common tripe | F |
| To the 'Man in the Street' I speak not nor to the 'Right thinking Person ' | D |
| nor 'Constant Subscriber ' nor 'Vox Populi ' nor 'The Bloke on the Train ' | D |
| nor any of their band | G |
| For of the things I write they wot not neither may they hope to understand | G |
| But ye whom I even I presume to address as brother | H |
| Journalists politicians burglars company promoters miners millers | A |
| navvies shearers confidence men piano tuners paling splitters | A |
| bookmakers process workers judges brass fitters policemen and others | A |
| Attend Him who looketh for the hall mark on every link and taketh not the say so of the label nor the sworn affidavit of the pill advertisement | I |
| him who hath it in him to discern the fair thing from that which is over the odds and shaketh the new laid egg that he may know what is within it | J |
| Him I address For lo my brothers maybe there is one of us born once a week or thereabouts but we know it is written that one of the others is born every minute | K |
| Wherefore attend | L |
| And lend | L |
| An ear for I have planned for you a pleasing diversion | M |
| Come with me my brothers and let us make a little excursion | M |
| Out over the land through the cities and the country places even to the farthest limit of Back o' beyond Hearken brothers What are these sounds we hear | N |
| Say what is all this babbling and gabbling this howling and growling this muttering and spluttering that smites the ear | N |
| Listen again Do you hear them brothers Lo they are the Echoes calling | O |
| They are the multitudinous echoes that sound up and down the land crying and sighing squalling and bawling | O |
| In all places they sound in the city and in the country upon the high mountains and along the plains wherever man hideth and at all times for the night is loud with the sound of them even as is the day | P |
| Listen again brothers What is it that they say | P |
| Lo this one shouteth 'The Time is Not Yet Ripe ' And another bawleth | Q |
| 'Capital is fleeing the Land ' And yet another howleth 'It is | A |
| Inimical to Private Enterprise and Thrift ' And yet another screameth | Q |
| 'It will Bust up the Home and ruin the Marriage Tie ' | D |
| Why do they howl these things my brothers I ask ye why | R |
| For lo even as they shout still other Echoes take up the cry till it is increased and multiplied even unto times seven | M |
| And a howl as of she elephants simultaneously robbed of their young assaileth Heaven | M |
| What say ye brothers What is the inner significance of these Echoes and why do they make these divers sounds What say ye brothers is it because they think | O |
| Aha I apprehend ye I say ye nay verily I heard ye wink | O |
| For the noise of the falling of the flapping of your collective eyelid was even as the banging of the bar door what time the clock telleth of eleven thirty p m and the voice of Hebe murmureth through the night 'Good bye ducky ' But I digress | A |
| Which is a characteristic failing I must confess | A |
| But nevertheless | A |
| It hath its compensations as is plain to any noodle | S |
| When matter is paid for at space rates for it pileth up the boodle | S |
| However to resume Let us isolate a case my brothers Let us sample an | T |
| Echo Take Brown | U |
| We all are well acquainted with Brown Mayhap his name is Smith or Timmins but no matter He is the Man in the Street He hath a domicile in the suburbs and an occupation in town | U |
| This Brown riseth in the morning and donneth the garments of civilisation In hot socks he garbeth his feet and upon his back he putteth a coat which hath | Q |
| a little split in the tail for no sane or accountable reason | M |
| Except that it is an echo of the first and original split that set the fashion for the season | M |
| Then he proceedeth to feed | V |
| And simultaneously to read | W |
| His solemn though occasionally hysterical morning sheet which he proppeth | Q |
| against the cruet | W |
| Remarking to his spouse inter alia 'I wish to goodness Mirabel you wouldn't cook these things with so much suet ' | D |
| Which rhyme though labored is remarkably ingenious and very rare For you will find if you try to get a rhyme for cruet But let that pass This is more digression | M |
| Time is money but the space writer must contrive to sneak it with discretion | M |
| Lo as Brown peruseth his apper a lugubrious voice speaketh to him from out the type | F |
| Saying 'Despite the howls of demagogues and the ranting of pseudo reformers it is patent to any close student of political economy nay it is obvious | A |
| even to the Man in the Street that the Time is Not Yet Ripe' | F |
| And Brown with solemn gravity | W |
| Having mainly a cavity | W |
| In that part of him where good grey matter should abide | W |
| Pusheth the sheet aside | W |
| And sayeth to the wife of his bosom across the breakfast dish of stewed tripe | F |
| 'Verily this paper speaketh fair The time is not yet ripe ' | D |
| Now mark ye brothers it is the nature of a cavity to give back that which is spoken into it This doth it repeat | W |
| Wherefore Brown with rising heat | W |
| Sayeth again 'Dammit woman this Labor Party will ruin the blanky country | W |
| Of COURSE the time is not yet ripe | F |
| Where's my pipe | F |
| And my umbrella and my goloshes I'll miss that train again as sure as eggs ' | D |
| Then on nimble legs | A |
| he hastest to thetrain | M |
| And here again | M |
| he meeteth other Echoes surnamed White or Green or Black | O |
| Each with a coat upon his back | O |
| Which hath an absurd and altogether unnecessary little split in its tail | X |
| Brothers do not let the moral fail | X |
| For it is written | M |
| If the tail of the coat of Brown be absurdly split | W |
| So also shall th etails of the coats of White also Green and Black be likewise splitten | M |
| And if the mind of Brown with a shibboleth be smit | W |
| So also shall th ealleged minds of White and Green and Black be smitten | M |
| For lo they use but as hat racks those knobs or protuberances which Nature has given unto them to think with and even as others of their type | F |
| They echo again as the train speedeth onward the same weird cry Lo the | Q |
| Cost of Living is becoming a Fair Cow These Trusts will have to be Outed | W |
| But as the paper says the Referendum is a dangerous mistake THE TIME | Y |
| IS NOT YET RIPE ' | D |
| And here and there and elsewhere and in divers places not mentioned in the specifications the foolish Echo echoeth and re echoeth and echoeth even yet | W |
| again till it soundeth far and near and in the middle distance from Dan to | W |
| Berrsheba Ay even from Yarra Bend to Kow Plains | A |
| In hundreds of trams and boats and trains | A |
| In motor cars and junkers and spring carts and perambulators and hearses and | W |
| Black Marias in shops and pubs and offices and cow yards and gaols and | W |
| drawing rooms and paddocks and street corners and across counters and slip | F |
| rails and three wire fences and streets and lanes and back fences and | W |
| through telephones and speaking tubes and pipestems and weird whiskers of | Z |
| every shade and color up and down the land and across it from the mouths of men of every shape and size and kind and type | F |
| The Echo soundeth and resoundeth 'THE TIME IS NOT YET RIPE RIPE ripe | F |
| ripe' | F |
| And now the Voice the original anonymous voice that caused these divers Echoes smileth to Itself and saith 'Verily that was a good gag It should help to bump 'em next elections This unprecedented growth of Public Opinion is | A |
| prime | Y |
| Snaggers see if you c | W |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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