Narrara Creek Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBAABBCCAADDAA EEAABBBB FFGGBBBB BBAAAAHB BBAAIIBB IIBBDDII IIJJAADDJJBBEEAA BBJJAABBFrom the rainy hill heads where in starts and in spasms | A |
Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms | A |
From the home of bold echoes whose voices of wonder | B |
Fly out of blind caverns struck black by high thunder | B |
Through gorges august in whose nether recesses | A |
Is heard the far psalm of unseen wildernesses | A |
Like a dominant spirit a strong handed sharer | B |
Of spoil with the tempest comes down the Narrara | B |
Yea where the great sword of the hurricane cleaveth | C |
The forested fells that the dark never leaveth | C |
By fierce featured crags in whose evil abysses | A |
The clammy snake coils and the flat adder hisses | A |
Past lordly rock temples where Silence is riven | D |
By the anthems supreme of the four winds of heaven | D |
It speeds with the cry of the streams of the fountains | A |
It chained to its sides and dragged down from the mountains | A |
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But when it goes forth from the slopes with a sally | E |
Being strengthened with tribute from many a valley | E |
It broadens and brightens and thereupon marches | A |
Above the stream sapphires and under green arches | A |
With the rhythm of majesty careless of cumber | B |
Its might in repose and its fierceness in slumber | B |
Till it beams on the plains where the wind is a bearer | B |
Of words from the sea to the stately Narrara | B |
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Narrara grand son of the haughty hill torrent | F |
Too late in my day have I looked at thy current | F |
Too late in my life to discern and inherit | G |
The soul of thy beauty the joy of thy spirit | G |
With the years of the youth and the hairs of the hoary | B |
I sit like a shadow outside of thy glory | B |
Nor look with the morning like feelings O river | B |
That illumined the boy in the days gone for ever | B |
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Ah sad are the sounds of old ballads which borrow | B |
One half of their grief from the listener s sorrow | B |
And sad are the eyes of the pilgrim who traces | A |
The ruins of Time in revisited places | A |
But sadder than all is the sense of his losses | A |
That cometh to one when a sudden age crosses | A |
And cripples his manhood So stricken by fate I | H |
Felt older at thirty than some do at eighty | B |
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Because I believe in the beautiful story | B |
The poem of Greece in the days of her glory | B |
That the high seated Lord of the woods and the waters | A |
Has peopled His world with His deified daughters | A |
That flowerful forests and waterways streaming | I |
Are gracious with goddesses glowing and gleaming | I |
I pray that thy singing divinity fairer | B |
Than wonderful women may listen Narrara | B |
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O spirit of sea going currents thou being | I |
The child of immortals all knowing all seeing | I |
Thou hast at thy heart the dark truth that I borrow | B |
For the song that I sing thee no fanciful sorrow | B |
In the sight of thine eyes is the history written | D |
Of Love smitten down as the strong leaf is smitten | D |
And before thee there goeth a phantom beseeching | I |
For faculties forfeited hopes beyond reaching | I |
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Thou knowest O sister of deities blazing | I |
With splendour ineffable beauty amazing | I |
What life the gods gave me what largess I tasted | J |
The youth thrown away and the faculties wasted | J |
I might as thou seest have stood in high places | A |
Instead of in pits where the brand of disgrace is | A |
A byword for scoffers a butt and a caution | D |
With the grave of poor Burns and Maginn for my portion | D |
But the heart of the Father Supreme is offended | J |
And my life in the light of His favour is ended | J |
And whipped by inflexible devils I shiver | B |
With a hollow Too late in my hearing for ever | B |
But thou being sinless exalted supernal | E |
The daughter of diademed gods the eternal | E |
Shalt shine in thy waters when time and existence | A |
Have dwindled like stars in unspeakable distance | A |
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But the face of thy river the torrented power | B |
That smites at the rock while it fosters the flower | B |
Shall gleam in my dreams with the summer look splendid | J |
And the beauty of woodlands and waterfalls blended | J |
And often I ll think of far forested noises | A |
And the emphasis deep of grand sea going voices | A |
And turn to Narrara the eyes of a lover | B |
When the sorrowful days of my singing are over | B |
Henry Kendall
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