Morning In The Bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGHIJKJK ILILMNONPQIQRISI TIKIBIIIIINIUIQI VWIWINXNIYZYIA2B2A2 IC2D2C2E2F2G2F2ZIIIE MEM IE2H2E2IOI2OIIIIEJ2K 2J2| Above the skirts of yellow clouds | A |
| The god like Sun arrayed | B |
| In blinding splendour swiftly rose | C |
| And looked athwart the glade | B |
| The sleepy dingo watched him break | D |
| The bonds that curbed his flight | E |
| And from his golden tresses shake | D |
| The fading gems of Night | E |
| And wild goburras laughed aloud | F |
| Their merry morning songs | G |
| As Echo answered in the depths | H |
| With a thousand thousand tongues | I |
| The gully depths where many a vine | J |
| Of ancient growth had crept | K |
| To cluster round the hoary pine | J |
| Where scanty mosses wept | K |
| - | |
| Huge stones and damp and broken crags | I |
| In wild chaotic heap | L |
| Were lying at the barren base | I |
| Of the ferny hillside steep | L |
| Between those fragments hollows lay | M |
| Upfilled with fruitful ground | N |
| Where many a modest floweret grew | O |
| To scent the wind breaths round | N |
| As fertile patches bloom within | P |
| A dried and worldly heart | Q |
| When some that look can only see | I |
| The cold the barren part | Q |
| The Miser full with thoughts of gain | R |
| The meanest of his race | I |
| May in his breast some verdure hide | S |
| Though none that verdure trace | I |
| - | |
| Where time worn cliffs were jutting out | T |
| With rough and ragged edges | I |
| The snowy mountain lily slept | K |
| Behind the earthy ledges | I |
| Like some sweet Oriental Maid | B |
| Who blindly deems it duty | I |
| To wear a veil before her face | I |
| And hide her peerless beauty | I |
| Or like to Innocence that thrives | I |
| In midst of sin and sorrows | I |
| Nor from the cheerless scene around | N |
| The least infection borrows | I |
| But stayeth out her mortal life | U |
| Though in that lifetime lonely | I |
| With Virtue s lustre round her heart | Q |
| And Virtue s lustre only | I |
| - | |
| A patch of sunshine here and there | V |
| Lay on a leaf strewn water pool | W |
| Whose tribute trickled down the rocks | I |
| In gurgling ripples clear and cool | W |
| As iguanas from the clefts | I |
| Would steal along with rustling sound | N |
| To where the restless eddies roamed | X |
| Amongst the arrowy rushes round | N |
| While scanning them with angry eyes | I |
| From off a fallen myrtle log | Y |
| That branchless bridged the brushy creek | Z |
| There stood and barked a Shepherd s Dog | Y |
| And underneath a neighbouring mass | I |
| Of wattles intertwining | A2 |
| His Master lay his back against | B2 |
| The grassy banks reclining | A2 |
| - | |
| Beneath the shade of ironbarks | I |
| Stretched o er the valley s sloping bed | C2 |
| Half hidden in a tea tree scrub | D2 |
| A flock of dusky sheep were spread | C2 |
| And fitful bleating faintly came | E2 |
| On every joyous breath of wind | F2 |
| That up the stony hills would fly | G2 |
| And leave the hollows far behind | F2 |
| Wild tones of music from the Creek | Z |
| Were intermingling with the breeze | I |
| The loud rich lays of countless birds | I |
| Perched on the dark mimosa trees | I |
| Those merry birds with wings of light | E |
| Which rival every golden ray | M |
| Out flashing from the lamps of Night | E |
| Or streaming o er the brow of Day | M |
| - | |
| Amongst the gnarly apple trees | I |
| A gorgeous tribe of parrots came | E2 |
| And screaming leapt from bough to bough | H2 |
| Like living jets of crimson flame | E2 |
| And where the hillside growing gums | I |
| Their web like foliage upward threw | O |
| Old Nature rang with echoes from | I2 |
| The loud voiced mountain cockatoo | O |
| And a thousand nameless twittering things | I |
| Between the rustling sapling sprays | I |
| Were flashing through the fragrant leaves | I |
| And dancing like to fabled fays | I |
| Rejoicing in the glorious light | E |
| That beauteous Morning had unfurled | J2 |
| To make the heart of Nature glad | K2 |
| And clothe with smiles a weeping World | J2 |
Henry Kendall
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