Bill The Bullock-driver Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF FFFF AGAG HIHI JFJF FKFK FFFF LMLM DNDN OPOP QFQF RFRF STST FIFI FUFU VFVF FWFW FUFU FUFU EXEX UBUBThe Leaders of millions the lords of the lands | A |
Who sway the wide world with their will | B |
And shake the great globe with the strength of their hands | A |
Flash past us unnoticed by Bill | B |
The elders of science who measure the spheres | C |
And weigh the vast bulk of the sun | D |
Who see the grand lights beyond aeons of years | C |
Are less than a bullock to one | D |
- | |
The singers that sweeten all time with their song | E |
Pure voices that make us forget | F |
Humanity s drama of marvellous wrong | E |
To Bill are as mysteries yet | F |
- | |
By thunders of battle and nations uphurled | F |
Bill s sympathies never were stirred | F |
The helmsmen who stand at the wheel of the world | F |
By him are unknown and unheard | F |
- | |
What trouble has Bill for the ruin of lands | A |
Or the quarrels of temple and throne | G |
So long as the whip that he holds in his hands | A |
And the team that he drives are his own | G |
- | |
As straight and as sound as a slab without crack | H |
Our Bill is a king in his way | I |
Though he camps by the side of a shingle track | H |
And sleeps on the bed of his dray | I |
- | |
A whip lash to him is as dear as a rose | J |
Would be to a delicate maid | F |
He carries his darlings wherever he goes | J |
In a pocket book tattered and frayed | F |
- | |
The joy of a bard when he happens to write | F |
A song like the song of his dream | K |
Is nothing at all to our hero s delight | F |
In the pluck and the strength of his team | K |
- | |
For the kings of the earth for the faces august | F |
Of princes the millions may shout | F |
To Bill as he lumbers along in the dust | F |
A bullock s the grandest thing out | F |
- | |
His four footed friends are the friends of his choice | L |
No lover is Bill of your dames | M |
But the cattle that turn at the sound of his voice | L |
Have the sweetest of features and names | M |
- | |
A father s chief joy is a favourite son | D |
When he reaches some eminent goal | N |
But the pride of Bill s heart is the hairy legged one | D |
That pulls with a will at the pole | N |
- | |
His dray is no living responsible thing | O |
But he gives it the gender of life | P |
And seeing his fancy is free in the wing | O |
It suits him as well as a wife | P |
- | |
He thrives like an Arab Between the two wheels | Q |
Is his bedroom where lying up curled | F |
He thinks for himself like a sultan and feels | Q |
That his home is the best in the world | F |
- | |
For even though cattle like subjects will break | R |
At times from the yoke and the band | F |
Bill knows how to act when his rule is at stake | R |
And is therefore a lord of the land | F |
- | |
Of course he must dream but be sure that his dreams | S |
If happy must compass alas | T |
Fat bullocks at feed by improbable streams | S |
Knee deep in improbable grass | T |
- | |
No poet is Bill for the visions of night | F |
To him are as visions of day | I |
And the pipe that in sleep he endeavours to light | F |
Is the pipe that he smokes on the dray | I |
- | |
To the mighty magnificent temples of God | F |
In the hearts of the dominant hills | U |
Bill s eyes are as blind as the fire blackened clod | F |
That burns far away from the rills | U |
- | |
Through beautiful bountiful forests that screen | V |
A marvel of blossoms from heat | F |
Whose lights are the mellow and golden and green | V |
Bill walks with irreverent feet | F |
- | |
The manifold splendours of mountain and wood | F |
By Bill like nonentities slip | W |
He loves the black myrtle because it is good | F |
As a handle to lash to his whip | W |
- | |
And thus through the world with a swing in his tread | F |
Our hero self satisfied goes | U |
With his cabbage tree hat on the back of his head | F |
And the string of it under his nose | U |
- | |
Poor bullocky Bill In the circles select | F |
Of the scholars he hasn t a place | U |
But he walks like a man with his forehead erect | F |
And he looks at God s day in the face | U |
- | |
For rough as he seems he would shudder to wrong | E |
A dog with the loss of a hair | X |
And the angels of shine and superlative song | E |
See his heart and the deity there | X |
- | |
Few know him indeed but the beauty that glows | U |
In the forest is loveliness still | B |
And Providence helping the life of the rose | U |
Is a Friend and a Father to Bill | B |
Henry Kendall
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Bill The Bullock-driver poem by Henry Kendall
Best Poems of Henry Kendall