A Death In The Bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HIJK LMNOPQ KRSTPUV PWXYZA2 QB2PC2PPD2 D2C2E2F2G2H2 PI2PJ2K2L2M2K N2O2PP2PPP KD2PQ2R2S2T2 U2V2PW2X2PY2Z2PV PA3B3C3D3PE3OH2PF2 F3G3PPJPH3 I3A3PA2J3K3L3 L3PKPBZM3H2 N3OZA2O3P PP3O T2M3PQ3R3OV2S3T3L3 H2U3V3PPW3X3Y3 KZ3PA4B4Z L2C4D4PE4PR2L2R2KF4P PPYPPPD2KG4C3H4 I4PF3T2 J4PG4PK3H2K4A2| The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs | A |
| That wore the marks of many rains and showed | B |
| Dry flaws wherein had crept and nestled rot | C |
| Moreover round the bases of the bark | D |
| Were left the tracks of flying forest fires | E |
| As you may see them on the lower bole | F |
| Of every elder of the native woods | G |
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| For ere the early settlers came and stocked | H |
| These wilds with sheep and kine the grasses grew | I |
| So that they took the passing pilgrim in | J |
| And whelmed him like a running sea from sight | K |
| - | |
| And therefore through the fiercer summer months | L |
| While all the swamps were rotten while the flats | M |
| Were baked and broken when the clayey rifts | N |
| Yawned wide half choked with drifted herbage past | O |
| Spontaneous flames would burst from thence and race | P |
| Across the prairies all day long | Q |
| - | |
| At night | K |
| The winds were up and then with four fold speed | R |
| A harsh gigantic growth of smoke and fire | S |
| Would roar along the bottoms in the wake | T |
| Of fainting flocks of parrots wallaroos | P |
| And 'wildered wild things scattering right and left | U |
| For safety vague throughout the general gloom | V |
| - | |
| Anon the nearer hillside growing trees | P |
| Would take the surges thus from bough to bough | W |
| Was borne the flaming terror Bole and spire | X |
| Rank after rank now pillared ringed and rolled | Y |
| In blinding blaze stood out against the dead | Z |
| Down smothered dark for fifty leagues away | A2 |
| - | |
| For fifty leagues and when the winds were strong | Q |
| For fifty more But in the olden time | B2 |
| These fires were counted as the harbingers | P |
| Of life essential storms since out of smoke | C2 |
| And heat there came across the midnight ways | P |
| Abundant comfort with upgathered clouds | P |
| And runnels babbling of a plenteous fall | D2 |
| - | |
| So comes the southern gale at evenfall | D2 |
| The swift brick fielder of the local folk | C2 |
| About the streets of Sydney when the dust | E2 |
| Lies burnt on glaring windows and the men | F2 |
| Look forth from doors of drouth and drink the change | G2 |
| With thirsty haste and that most thankful cry | H2 |
| Of 'Here it is the cool bright blessed rain ' | - |
| - | |
| The hut I say was built of bark and slabs | P |
| And stood the centre of a clearing hemmed | I2 |
| By hurdle yards and ancients of the blacks | P |
| These moped about their lazy fires and sang | J2 |
| Wild ditties of the old days with a sound | K2 |
| Of sorrow like an everlasting wind | L2 |
| Which mingled with the echoes of the noon | M2 |
| And moaned amongst the noises of the night | K |
| - | |
| From thence a cattle track with link to link | N2 |
| Ran off against the fish pools to the gap | O2 |
| Which sets you face to face with gleaming miles | P |
| Of broad Orara winding in amongst | P2 |
| Black barren ridges where the nether spurs | P |
| Are fenced about by cotton scrub and grass | P |
| Blue bitten with the salt of many droughts | P |
| - | |
| 'Twas here the shepherd housed him every night | K |
| And faced the prospect like a patient soul | D2 |
| Borne up by some vague hope of better days | P |
| And God's fine blessing in his faithful wife | Q2 |
| Until the humour of his malady | R2 |
| Took cunning changes from the good to bad | S2 |
| And laid him lastly on a bed of death | T2 |
| - | |
| Two months thereafter when the summer heat | U2 |
| Had roused the serpent from his rotten lair | V2 |
| And made a noise of locusts in the boughs | P |
| It came to this that as the blood red sun | W2 |
| Of one fierce day of many slanted down | X2 |
| Obliquely past the nether jags of peaks | P |
| And gulfs of mist the tardy night came vexed | Y2 |
| By belted clouds and scuds that wheeled and whirled | Z2 |
| To left and right about the brazen clifts | P |
| Of ridges rigid with a leaden gloom | V |
| - | |
| Then took the cattle to the forest camps | P |
| With vacant terror and the hustled sheep | A3 |
| Stood dumb against the hurdles even like | B3 |
| A fallen patch of shadowed mountain snow | C3 |
| And ever through the curlew's call afar | D3 |
| The storm grew on while round the stinted slabs | P |
| Sharp snaps and hisses came and went and came | E3 |
| The huddled tokens of a mighty blast | O |
| Which ran with an exceeding bitter cry | H2 |
| Across the tumbled fragments of the hills | P |
| And through the sluices of the gorge and glen | F2 |
| - | |
| So therefore all about the shepherd's hut | F3 |
| That space was mute save when the fastened dog | G3 |
| Without a kennel caught a passing glimpse | P |
| Of firelight moving through the lighted chinks | P |
| For then he knew the hints of warmth within | J |
| And stood and set his great pathetic eyes | P |
| In wind and wet imploring to be loosed | H3 |
| - | |
| Not often now the watcher left the couch | I3 |
| Of him she watched since in his fitful sleep | A3 |
| His lips would stir to wayward themes and close | P |
| With bodeful catches Once she moved away | A2 |
| Half deafened by terrific claps and stooped | J3 |
| And looked without to see a pillar dim | K3 |
| Of gathered gusts and fiery rain | L3 |
| - | |
| Anon | L3 |
| The sick man woke and startled by the noise | P |
| Stared round the room with dull delirious sight | K |
| At this wild thing and that for through his eyes | P |
| The place took fearful shapes and fever showed | B |
| Strange crosswise lights about his pillow head | Z |
| He catching there at some phantasmic help | M3 |
| Sat upright on the bolster with a cry | H2 |
| Of 'Where is Jesus It is bitter cold ' | - |
| And then because the thunder calls outside | N3 |
| Were mixed for him with slanders of the past | O |
| He called his weeping wife by name and said | Z |
| 'Come closer darling We shall speed away | A2 |
| Across the seas and seek some mountain home | O3 |
| Shut in from liars and the wicked words | P |
| That track us day and night and night and day ' | - |
| So waned the sad refrain And those poor lips | P |
| Whose latest phrases were for peace grew mute | P3 |
| And into everlasting silence passed | O |
| - | |
| As fares a swimmer who hath lost his breath | T2 |
| In 'wildering seas afar from any help | M3 |
| Who fronting Death can never realize | P |
| The dreadful Presence but is prone to clutch | Q3 |
| At every weed upon the weltering wave | R3 |
| So fared the watcher poring o'er the last | O |
| Of him she loved with dazed and stupid stare | V2 |
| Half conscious of the sudden loss and lack | S3 |
| Of all that bound her life but yet without | T3 |
| The power to take her mighty sorrow in | L3 |
| - | |
| Then came a patch or two of starry sky | H2 |
| And through a reef of cloven thunder cloud | U3 |
| The soft moon looked a patient face beyond | V3 |
| The fierce impatient shadows of the slopes | P |
| And the harsh voices of the broken hills | P |
| A patient face and one which came and wrought | W3 |
| A lovely silence like a silver mist | X3 |
| Across the rainy relics of the storm | Y3 |
| - | |
| For in the breaks and pauses of her light | K |
| The gale died out in gusts yet evermore | Z3 |
| About the roof tree on the dripping eaves | P |
| The damp wind loitered and a fitful drift | A4 |
| Sloped through the silent curtains and athwart | B4 |
| The dead | Z |
| - | |
| There when the glare had dropped behind | L2 |
| A mighty ridge of gloom the woman turned | C4 |
| And sat in darkness face to face with God | D4 |
| And said 'I know ' she said 'that Thou art wise | P |
| That when we build and hope and hope and build | E4 |
| And see our best things fall it comes to pass | P |
| For evermore that we must turn to Thee | R2 |
| And therefore now because I cannot find | L2 |
| The faintest token of Divinity | R2 |
| In this my latest sorrow let Thy light | K |
| Inform mine eyes so I may learn to look | F4 |
| On something past the sight which shuts and blinds | P |
| And seems to drive me wholly Lord from Thee ' | - |
| - | |
| Now waned the moon beyond complaining depths | P |
| And as the dawn looked forth from showery woods | P |
| Whereon had dropped a hint of red and gold | Y |
| There went about the crooked cavern eaves | P |
| Low flute like echoes with a noise of wings | P |
| And waters flying down far hidden fells | P |
| Then might be seen the solitary owl | D2 |
| Perched in the clefts scared at the coming light | K |
| And staring outward like a sea shelled thing | G4 |
| Chased to his cover by some bright fierce foe | C3 |
| As at a monster in the middle waste | H4 |
| - | |
| At last the great kingfisher came and called | I4 |
| Across the hollows loud with early whips | P |
| And lighted laughing on the shepherd's hut | F3 |
| And roused the widow from a swoon like death | T2 |
| - | |
| This day and after it was noised abroad | J4 |
| By blacks and straggling horsemen on the roads | P |
| That he was dead 'who had been sick so long' | G4 |
| There flocked a troop from far surrounding runs | P |
| To see their neighbour and to bury him | K3 |
| And men who had forgotten how to cry | H2 |
| Rough flinty fellows of the native bush | K4 |
| Now learned the bitter way | A2 |
Henry Kendall
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