Ghost Glen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE BBFF BBBB FFFF BCFF DDGG HIJJ KKBB DDJJ DDLL MMDD| 'Shut your ears stranger or turn from Ghost Glen now | A |
| For the paths are grown over untrodden by men now | A |
| Shut your ears stranger ' saith the grey mother crooning | B |
| Her sorcery runic when sets the half moon in | C |
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| To night the north easter goes travelling slowly | D |
| But it never stoops down to that hollow unholy | D |
| To night it rolls loud on the ridges red litten | E |
| But it cannot abide in that forest sin smitten | E |
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| For over the pitfall the moon dew is thawing | B |
| And with never a body two shadows stand sawing | B |
| The wraiths of two sawyers step under and under | F |
| Who did a foul murder and were blackened with thunder | F |
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| Whenever the storm wind comes driven and driving | B |
| Through the blood spattered timber you may see the saw striving | B |
| You may see the saw heaving and falling and heaving | B |
| Whenever the sea creek is chafing and grieving | B |
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| And across a burnt body as black as an adder | F |
| Sits the sprite of a sheep dog was ever sight sadder | F |
| For as the dry thunder splits louder and faster | F |
| This sprite of a sheep dog howls for his master | F |
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| 'Oh count your beads deftly ' saith the grey mother crooning | B |
| Her sorcery runic when sets the half moon in | C |
| And well may she mutter for the dark hollow laughter | F |
| You will hear in the sawpits and the bloody logs after | F |
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| Ay count your beads deftly and keep your ways wary | D |
| For the sake of the Saviour and sweet Mother Mary | D |
| Pray for your peace in these perilous places | G |
| And pray for the laying of horrible faces | G |
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| One starts with a forehead wrinkled and livid | H |
| Aghast at the lightnings sudden and vivid | I |
| One telleth with curses the gold that they drew there | J |
| Ah cross your breast humbly from him whom they slew there | J |
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| The stranger who came from the loved the romantic | K |
| Island that sleeps on the moaning Atlantic | K |
| Leaving behind him a patient home yearning | B |
| For the steps in the distance never returning | B |
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| Who was left in the forest shrunken and starkly | D |
| Burnt by his slayers so men have said darkly | D |
| With the half crazy sheep dog who cowered beside there | J |
| And yelled at the silence and marvelled and died there | J |
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| Yea cross your breast humbly and hold your breath tightly | D |
| Or fly for your life from those shadows unsightly | D |
| From the set staring features cold and so young too | L |
| And the death on the lips that a mother hath clung to | L |
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| I tell you that bushman is braver than most men | M |
| Who even in daylight doth go through the Ghost Glen | M |
| Although in that hollow unholy and lonely | D |
| He sees the dank sawpits and bloody logs only | D |
Henry Kendall
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