The Living Picture Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF FHFH FIFI FJFJ KLKL FDFD MFMF NONP FDFD FHFH FFFF NHNH FQFQ FRFR| HE RODE along one splendid noon | A |
| When all the hills were lit with Spring | B |
| And through the bushland throbbed a croon | A |
| Of every living hopeful thing | B |
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| Between his teeth a rose he bore | C |
| As white as milk and passing there | D |
| He tossed it with a laugh I wore | C |
| It as it fell among my hair | D |
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| No day a drip with golden rain | E |
| No heat with drench of wattle scent | F |
| Can touch the heart of me again | G |
| But with that young sweet wonder blent | F |
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| We wed upon a gusty day | F |
| When baffled fury whipped the sea | H |
| And now I love the swift wet play | F |
| Of wind and rain besetting me | H |
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| I took white roses in my hand | F |
| A white rose on my forehead shone | I |
| For we had come to understand | F |
| White roses bloomed for us alone | I |
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| When scarce a year had gone he sped | F |
| To fight the wars With eyes grown grim | J |
| He kissed my lips and whispering said | F |
| The world we must keep sweet for him | J |
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| He wrote of war the soldier s life | K |
| Tis hard my dearest but be brave | L |
| I did not make my love my wife | K |
| To be the mother of a slave | L |
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| My babe was born a boy He had | F |
| His father s eyes his smile his hair | D |
| And oh my soul was brimming glad | F |
| It seemed his father s self was there | D |
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| But now came one who bade me still | M |
| In holy Heaven put my trust | F |
| They d laid my love beneath the hill | M |
| And sealed his eyes with timeless dust | F |
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| Against my breast the babe I drew | N |
| With strength from him to stay my fears | O |
| I fought my fight the long days through | N |
| He laughed and dabbled in my tears | P |
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| From my poor heart at which it fed | F |
| With tiger teeth I thrust despair | D |
| And faced a world with shadow spread | F |
| And only echoes in the air | D |
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| The winter waned One eve I went | F |
| Led by a kindly hand to see | H |
| In moving scenes the churches rent | F |
| The tumbled hill the blasted lee | H |
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| Of soldiers resting by the road | F |
| Who smoked and drowsed a muddy rout | F |
| One sprang alert and forward strode | F |
| With eager eyes to seek us out | F |
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| His fingers held a rose He threw | N |
| The flower and waved his cap In me | H |
| A frenzy of assurance grew | N |
| For O dear God twas he twas he | H |
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| I called aloud Aloft my child | F |
| I held and nearer yet he came | Q |
| And when he understood and smiled | F |
| My baby lisped his father s name | Q |
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| They say I fell like something dead | F |
| But when I woke to morning s glow | R |
| My boy sat by me on the bed | F |
| And in his hand a rose of snow | R |
Edward George Dyson
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