Leichhardt Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE CCFFGGHHCC CCIIJJBBCC CCKKLLMMEE NNIICCCCBB OOCCPPQQCC| LORDLY harp by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep | A |
| Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the fathers weep | A |
| Voice surpassing human voices high unearthly harmony | B |
| Yet shall tell the tale of hero in exalted years to be | B |
| In the ranges by the rivers on the uplands down the dells | C |
| Where the sound of wind and wave is where the mountain anthem swells | C |
| Yet shall float the song of lustre sweet with tears and fair with flame | D |
| Shining with a theme of beauty holy with our Leichhardt s name | D |
| Name of him who faced for science thirsty tracts of bitter glow | E |
| Lurid lands that no one knows of two and thirty years ago | E |
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| Born by hills of hard grey weather far beyond the northern seas | C |
| German mountains were his sponsors and his mates were German trees | C |
| Grandeur of the old world forests passed into his radiant soul | F |
| With the song of stormy crescents where the mighty waters roll | F |
| Thus he came to be a brother of the river and the wood | G |
| Thus the leaf the bird the blossom grew a gracious sisterhood | G |
| Nature led him to her children in a space of light divine | H |
| Kneeling down he said My mother let me be as one of thine | H |
| So she took him thence she loved him lodged him in her home of dreams | C |
| Taught him what the trees were saying schooled him in the speech of streams | C |
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| For her sake he crossed the waters loving her he left the place | C |
| Hallowed by his father s ashes and his human mother s face | C |
| Passed the seas and entered temples domed by skies of deathless beam | I |
| Walled about by hills majestic stately spires and peaks supreme | I |
| Here he found a larger beauty here the lovely lights were new | J |
| On the slopes of many flowers down the gold green dells of dew | J |
| In the great august cathedral of his holy lady he | B |
| Daily worshipped at her altars nightly bent the reverent knee | B |
| Heard the hymns of night and morning learned the psalm of solitudes | C |
| Knew that God was very near him felt His presence in the woods | C |
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| But the starry angel Science from the home of glittering wings | C |
| Came one day and talked to Nature by melodious mountain springs | C |
| Let thy son be mine she pleaded lend him for a space she said | K |
| So that he may earn the laurels I have woven for his head | K |
| And the lady Nature listened and she took her loyal son | L |
| From the banks of moss and myrtle led him to the Shining One | L |
| Filled his lordly soul with gladness told him of a spacious zone | M |
| Eye of man had never looked at human foot had never known | M |
| Then the angel Science beckoned and he knelt and whispered low | E |
| I will follow where you lead me two and thirty years ago | E |
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| On the tracts of thirst and furnace on the dumb blind burning plain | N |
| Where the red earth gapes for moisture and the wan leaves hiss for rain | N |
| In a land of dry fierce thunder did he ever pause and dream | I |
| Of the cool green German valley and the singing German stream | I |
| When the sun was as a menace glaring from a sky of brass | C |
| Did he ever rest in visions on a lap of German grass | C |
| Past the waste of thorny terrors did he reach a sphere of rills | C |
| In a region yet untravelled ringed by fair untrodden hills | C |
| Was the spot where last he rested pleasant as an old world lea | B |
| Did the sweet winds come and lull him with the music of the sea | B |
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| Let us dream so let us hope so Haply in a cool green glade | O |
| Far beyond the zone of furnace Leichhardt s sacred shell was laid | O |
| Haply in some leafy valley underneath blue gracious skies | C |
| In the sound of mountain water the heroic traveller lies | C |
| Down a dell of dewy myrtle where the light is soft and green | P |
| And a month like English April sits an immemorial queen | P |
| Let us think that he is resting think that by a radiant grave | Q |
| Ever come the songs of forest and the voices of the wave | Q |
| Thus we want our sons to find him find him under floral bowers | C |
| Sleeping by the trees he loved so covered with his darling flowers | C |
Henry Kendall
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