Kiama Revisited Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WE STOOD by the window and hearkenedA
To the voice of the runnels sea drivenB
While northward the mountain heads darkenedA
Girt round with the clamours of heavenB
One peak with the storm at his portalC
Loomed out to the left of his brothersD
Sustained and sublime and immortalC
A king and the lord of the othersD
Beneath him a cry from the surgesE
Rang shrill like a clarion callingF
And about him the wind of the gorgesE
Went falling and rising and fallingF
But I as the roofs of the thunderG
Were cloven with manifold firesD
Turned back from the wail and the wonderG
And dreamed of old days and desiresD
A song that was made I rememberedA
A song that was made in the gloamingF
Of suns which are sunken and numberedA
With times that my heart hath no home inH
But I said to my Dream I am calmerG
Than waters asleep on the riverG
I can look at the hills of KiamaI
And bury that dead Past for everG
Past sight out of mind alienatedA
Said the Dream to me wearily sighingF
Ah where is the Winter you matedA
To Love its decline and its dyingF
Here five years ago there were placesE
That knew of her cunning to grieve youJ
But alas for her eyes and her gracesK
And wherefore and how did she leave youJ
Have you hidden the ways of this WomanB
Her whispers her glances her powerG
To hold you as demon holds humanB
Chained back to the day and the hourG
Say where have you buried her sweetnessL
Her coldness for youth and its yearningF
Is the sleep of your Sorrow a witnessL
She is passed all the roads of returningF
Was she left with her beauty O loverG
And the shreds of your passion about herG
Beyond reach and where none can discoverG
Ah what is the wide world without herG
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I answered Behold I was brokenB
Because of this bright bitter maidenB
Who helped me with never a tokenB
To beat down the dark I had strayed inH
She knew that my soul was entangledA
By what was too fiery to bear thenM
Nor cared how she withered and strangledA
My life with her eyes and her hair thenM
But I have not leapt to the levelC
Where light and the shadows disseverG
She is fair but a beautiful devilC
That I have forgotten for everG
She is sweeter than music or singingF
Said the Dream to me heavily moaningF
Her voice in your slumber is ringingF
And where is the end the atoningF
Can you look at the red of the rosesK
Are you friend of the fields and the flowersD
Can you bear the faint day as it closesK
And dies into twilighted hoursD
Do you love the low notes of the balladA
She sang in her darling old fashionB
And I whispered O Dream I am pallidA
And perished because of my passionB
But the Wraith withered out and the riftedA
Gray hills gleaming over the grangesK
Stood robed with moon rainbows that shiftedA
And shimmered resplendent with changesE
While for the dim ocean ledgesK
The storm and the surges were blendedA
Sheer down the bluff sides of the ridgesE
Spent winds and the waters descendedA
The forests the crags and the forelandsE
Grew sweet with the stars after rainingF
But out in the north lying moorlandsE
I heard the lone plover complainingF
From these to Kiama half hiddenB
In a yellow sea mist on the slopingsE
Of hills by the torrents be riddenB
I turned with my aches and my hopingsE
Saying this There are those that are takenB
By Fate to wear Love as a raimentA
Whose texture is trouble with breakingF
Of youth and no hope of repaymentA

Henry Kendall



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