On The Paroo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJK DLMNOPQQRS TCUVWXCYZA2B2C2Q D2E2F2G2H2I2QJ2QK2L2 M2N2 O2GF2P2QQ2R2H2S2T2QU 2V2W2 X2QC2Y2UW2NAZ2CD2A3 B3W2NC3J2NQ2D3E3Q2F3 F2GG3H3NI3J3JAs when the strong stream of a wintering sea | A |
Rolls round our coast with bodeful breaks of storm | B |
And swift salt rain and bitter wind that saith | C |
Wild things and woeful of the White South Land | D |
Alone with God and silence in the cold | E |
As when this cometh men from dripping doors | F |
Look forth and shudder for the mariners | G |
Abroad so we for absent brothers looked | H |
In days of drought and when the flying floods | I |
Swept boundless roaring down the bald black plains | J |
Beyond the farthest spur of western hills | K |
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For where the Barwon cuts a rotten land | D |
Or lies unshaken like a great blind creek | L |
Between hot mouldering banks it came to this | M |
All in a time of short and thirsty sighs | N |
That thirty rainless months had left the pools | O |
And grass as dry as ashes then it was | P |
Our kinsmen started for the lone Paroo | Q |
From point to point with patient strivings sheer | Q |
Across the horrors of the windless downs | R |
Blue gleaming like a sea of molten steel | S |
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But never drought had broke them never flood | T |
Had quenched them they with mighty youth and health | C |
And thews and sinews knotted like the trees | U |
They like the children of the native woods | V |
Could stem the strenuous waters or outlive | W |
The crimson days and dull dead nights of thirst | X |
Like camels yet of what avail was strength | C |
Alone to them though it was like the rocks | Y |
On stormy mountains in the bloody time | Z |
When fierce sleep caught them in the camps at rest | A2 |
And violent darkness gripped the life in them | B2 |
And whelmed them as an eagle unawares | C2 |
Is whelmed and slaughtered in a sudden snare | Q |
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All murdered by the blacks smit while they lay | D2 |
In silver dreams and with the far faint fall | E2 |
Of many waters breaking on their sleep | F2 |
Yea in the tracts unknown of any man | G2 |
Save savages the dim discovered ways | H2 |
Of footless silence or unhappy winds | I2 |
The wild men came upon them like a fire | Q |
Of desert thunder and the fine firm lips | J2 |
That touched a mother's lips a year before | Q |
And hands that knew a dearer hand than life | K2 |
Were hewn a sacrifice before the stars | L2 |
And left with hooting owls and blowing clouds | M2 |
And falling leaves and solitary wings | N2 |
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Aye you may see their graves you who have toiled | O2 |
And tripped and thirsted like these men of ours | G |
For verily I say that not so deep | F2 |
Their bones are that the scattered drift and dust | P2 |
Of gusty days will never leave them bare | Q |
O dear dead bleaching bones I know of those | Q2 |
Who have the wild strong will to go and sit | R2 |
Outside all things with you and keep the ways | H2 |
Aloof from bats and snakes and trampling feet | S2 |
That smite your peace and theirs who have the heart | T2 |
Without the lusty limbs to face the fire | Q |
And moonless midnights and to be indeed | U2 |
For very sorrow like a moaning wind | V2 |
In wintry forests with perpetual rain | W2 |
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Because of this because of sisters left | X2 |
With desperate purpose and dishevelled hair | Q |
And broken breath and sweetness quenched in tears | C2 |
Because of swifter silver for the head | Y2 |
And furrows for the face because of these | U |
That should have come with age that come with pain | W2 |
O Master Father sitting where our eyes | N |
Are tired of looking say for once are we | A |
Are we to set our lips with weary smiles | Z2 |
Before the bitterness of Life and Death | C |
And call it honey while we bear away | D2 |
A taste like wormwood | A3 |
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Turn thyself and sing | B3 |
Sing Son of Sorrow Is there any gain | W2 |
For breaking of the loins for melting eyes | N |
And knees as weak as water any peace | C3 |
Or hope for casual breath and labouring lips | J2 |
For clapping of the palms and sharper sighs | N |
Than frost or any light to come for those | Q2 |
Who stand and mumble in the alien streets | D3 |
With heads as grey as Winter any balm | E3 |
For pleading women and the love that knows | Q2 |
Of nothing left to love | F3 |
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They sleep a sleep | F2 |
Unknown of dreams these darling friends of ours | G |
And we who taste the core of many tales | G3 |
Of tribulation we whose lives are salt | H3 |
With tears indeed we therefore hide our eyes | N |
And weep in secret lest our grief should risk | I3 |
The rest that hath no hurt from daily racks | J3 |
Of fiery clouds and immemorial rains | J |
Henry Kendall
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