The Vision Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKBB L MM NOO PP J QQ R OO O SSTT I OO UUI VVWW XX Y BBJJ ZZSS JJA2A2 B2B2C2C2 D2D2OO E2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2 I2I2BB| Of things that roam about the bush I ain't got many fears | A |
| For I knows their ways an' habits and I've chummed with them for years | A |
| For man or beast or gully ghost I've pluck enough to spare | B |
| But I draws the line at visions with the sunlight in their hair | B |
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| When a man has fought an' conquered it is good in many ways | C |
| There's the pride in having done it an' the other fellows' praise | C |
| There's the glory an' the standin' that you get among the men | D |
| All their looks are more respectful since I socked it into Ben | D |
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| I was feelin' fine this mornin' when I started out to work | E |
| An' I caught myself high steppin' with a boastful sort of jerk | E |
| With my head a trifle higher an' my eye a little stern | F |
| I thought the world was mine for keeps but I'd a lot to learn | F |
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| Young Dick the Dusty wasn't half as cheeky as of old | G |
| The men were actin' friendly like but I kept kind of cold | G |
| An' distant as becomes a bloke who's scored a knock out thump | H |
| Till just approachin' dinner time an' then I got my bump | H |
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| It's fine to see your cobbers lookin' at you like the know | I |
| You're not a man to trifle with at least I found it so | I |
| Ben Murray was quite affable an' once he whispered me | J |
| There's a certain somethin' doin' an' he'll see me privately | J |
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| I was workin' at the rip saw cursin' at my achin' back | K |
| When I saw the blessed vision comin' down the log year track | K |
| There were others in the party but the one that got my stare | B |
| Was her with two brown laughin' eyes an' sunlight in her hair | B |
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| 'More visitors ' growled old man Pike 'Another city push | L |
| I'll bet a quid they ask us why we 'spoil the lovely bush ' | - |
| I hardly heard him saying it for like a fool I stand | M |
| My eyes full of the vision an' a batten in my hand | M |
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| 'You gone to sleep ' the sawyer said 'What's got you mesmerized ' | - |
| I start to work like fury but my thoughts can't be disguised | N |
| 'Oh Jim's gone dippy with the Spring' replies old Pike an' grins | O |
| I turn to answer dignified but trip an' bark my shins | O |
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| Next thing I know the boss is there an' talkin' fine an' good | P |
| Explaining' to the visitors how trees are made of wood | P |
| They murmur things like 'Marvellous ' an' 'What a monster tree ' | - |
| An' then the one with sunlit hair comes right bang up to me | J |
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| 'I saw you fall ' she sort of sung you couldn't say she talked | Q |
| For her voice had springtime in it like the way she looked an' walked | Q |
| 'I saw you fall ' she sung at me 'I hope you were not hurt ' | - |
| An' suddenly I was aware I wore my oldest shirt | R |
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| 'It never hurt me half as much as your two smilin' eyes ' | - |
| That's how I could have answered her and watched old Pike's surprise | O |
| 'It never harmed me half as much as standin' here like this | O |
| With tattered shirt an' grimy hands' But I just says 'No Miss ' | - |
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| 'Oh no ' I says 'We're pretty hard an' have to take them cracks ' | - |
| But just to see her sudden smile made me as soft as wax | O |
| 'You're strong ' she smiles I answers 'Oh I'm pretty strong all right ' | - |
| An' close behind I heard old Pike observin' 'Hear 'im skite ' | - |
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| That finished me I lost what little nerve I had an' grew | S |
| Dead certain that I looked a fool an' that she thought so too | S |
| She talked some more but I can't tell what other things she said | T |
| I went all cold except my ears an' thye were burnin' red | T |
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| I only knew her eyes were soft her voice was kind an' low | I |
| I never spoke another word exceptin' 'Yes' an' 'No ' | - |
| I never felt a bigger chump in all my livin' days | O |
| Well knowin' I was gettin' worse at every word she says | O |
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| An' when she went off with the rest I stood there lookin' sick | U |
| Until I caught a chance remark of little Dirty Dick | U |
| 'What price the widders now ' says he I answer fierce an' low | I |
| 'Were you addressin' me ' I says an' Dick was prompt with 'No ' | - |
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| I don't know how I finished up my thoughts were far from clear | V |
| For in between me an' the bench that vision would appear | V |
| No other man chucke doff at me but by their looks 'twas plain | W |
| I'd lost a bit of that respect it took a fight to gain | W |
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| An' when the knock off whistle blew Ben Murray he came by | X |
| An' says he'd like that private talk but 'Pickle it ' says I | X |
| ''Twill have to keep til later on ' He answers 'As you like ' | - |
| Soon after that I saw him talkin' earnest with old Pike | Y |
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| If I'd been right I might have known there's somehting in the air | B |
| By the way the blokes were actin' but a fat lot did I care | B |
| Swell visions an' the deadly pip was what was wrong with me | J |
| I slung a word to my old dog an' we trudged home to tea | J |
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| An' after in the same old way we sits beside the fire | Z |
| To have a talk my dog an' me on fools an' vain desire | Z |
| I tell him I'm a silly chump to thnk the things to do | S |
| An' with a waggle of his tail he says he thinks so too | S |
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| I tell him I suppose she's rich or so she seems to be | J |
| Most likely some reel city swell an' he don't disagree | J |
| I says to him the chances are I'll not see her no more | A2 |
| Then he gives me a funny look an' curls up on the floor | A2 |
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| But I was slow to take the tip an' went on talkin' rot | B2 |
| About injustice in the world an' boiled up good an' hot | B2 |
| I spouts of wrongs of workin' men an' how our rulers fail | C2 |
| His eyes are shut but he just seconds motions with his tail | C2 |
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| All beuaty's only for the rich all times an' every way | D2 |
| The toilers just take what is left as I've heard Murray say | D2 |
| When he's bene talkin' to the boys about the workers' rights | O |
| An' spoutin' of equality down at the huts of nights | O |
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| I turned the social system inside out for my old dog | E2 |
| Tho' he don't seem much entertained but lies there like a log | E2 |
| I spoke of common people's wrongs especially of mine | F2 |
| But when I came to mention love I thought I heard him whine | F2 |
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| But I went on an' said straight out that tho' I seemed above | G2 |
| Such nonsense once I'd changed a bit an' I believed in love | G2 |
| I said love was a splendid thing Then true as I am born | H2 |
| He rose an' yawned an' shut me up with one crook glance of scorn | H2 |
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| It's bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend | I2 |
| But when your dog gives you the bird it's pretty near the end | I2 |
| Ashamed I sneaked away to bunk an' fell to dreamin' there | B |
| Of a little brown eyed vision with the sunlight in her hair | B |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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