Kiama Revisited Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGDGDAFAH GGIGAFAFEJKJBGBGLFLF GGGG BBBHAMAMCGCGFFFFKDKD ABABAKAEKAEAEFEFBEBE BAFAWE STOOD by the window and hearkened | A |
To the voice of the runnels sea driven | B |
While northward the mountain heads darkened | A |
Girt round with the clamours of heaven | B |
One peak with the storm at his portal | C |
Loomed out to the left of his brothers | D |
Sustained and sublime and immortal | C |
A king and the lord of the others | D |
Beneath him a cry from the surges | E |
Rang shrill like a clarion calling | F |
And about him the wind of the gorges | E |
Went falling and rising and falling | F |
But I as the roofs of the thunder | G |
Were cloven with manifold fires | D |
Turned back from the wail and the wonder | G |
And dreamed of old days and desires | D |
A song that was made I remembered | A |
A song that was made in the gloaming | F |
Of suns which are sunken and numbered | A |
With times that my heart hath no home in | H |
But I said to my Dream I am calmer | G |
Than waters asleep on the river | G |
I can look at the hills of Kiama | I |
And bury that dead Past for ever | G |
Past sight out of mind alienated | A |
Said the Dream to me wearily sighing | F |
Ah where is the Winter you mated | A |
To Love its decline and its dying | F |
Here five years ago there were places | E |
That knew of her cunning to grieve you | J |
But alas for her eyes and her graces | K |
And wherefore and how did she leave you | J |
Have you hidden the ways of this Woman | B |
Her whispers her glances her power | G |
To hold you as demon holds human | B |
Chained back to the day and the hour | G |
Say where have you buried her sweetness | L |
Her coldness for youth and its yearning | F |
Is the sleep of your Sorrow a witness | L |
She is passed all the roads of returning | F |
Was she left with her beauty O lover | G |
And the shreds of your passion about her | G |
Beyond reach and where none can discover | G |
Ah what is the wide world without her | G |
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I answered Behold I was broken | B |
Because of this bright bitter maiden | B |
Who helped me with never a token | B |
To beat down the dark I had strayed in | H |
She knew that my soul was entangled | A |
By what was too fiery to bear then | M |
Nor cared how she withered and strangled | A |
My life with her eyes and her hair then | M |
But I have not leapt to the level | C |
Where light and the shadows dissever | G |
She is fair but a beautiful devil | C |
That I have forgotten for ever | G |
She is sweeter than music or singing | F |
Said the Dream to me heavily moaning | F |
Her voice in your slumber is ringing | F |
And where is the end the atoning | F |
Can you look at the red of the roses | K |
Are you friend of the fields and the flowers | D |
Can you bear the faint day as it closes | K |
And dies into twilighted hours | D |
Do you love the low notes of the ballad | A |
She sang in her darling old fashion | B |
And I whispered O Dream I am pallid | A |
And perished because of my passion | B |
But the Wraith withered out and the rifted | A |
Gray hills gleaming over the granges | K |
Stood robed with moon rainbows that shifted | A |
And shimmered resplendent with changes | E |
While for the dim ocean ledges | K |
The storm and the surges were blended | A |
Sheer down the bluff sides of the ridges | E |
Spent winds and the waters descended | A |
The forests the crags and the forelands | E |
Grew sweet with the stars after raining | F |
But out in the north lying moorlands | E |
I heard the lone plover complaining | F |
From these to Kiama half hidden | B |
In a yellow sea mist on the slopings | E |
Of hills by the torrents be ridden | B |
I turned with my aches and my hopings | E |
Saying this There are those that are taken | B |
By Fate to wear Love as a raiment | A |
Whose texture is trouble with breaking | F |
Of youth and no hope of repayment | A |
Henry Kendall
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