The Curse Of Mother Flood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFAGAGAHAH EIEI AJAJAKAKFLFL AMAFAFAFDNDN AOAOPQPQADAD ARARASASATAT DFDFAUAUAVAV| Wizened the wood is and wan is the way through it | A |
| White as a corpse is the face of the fen | B |
| Only blue adders abide in and stray through it | A |
| Adders and venom and horrors to men | B |
| Here is the ghost of a garden whose minister | C |
| Fosters strange blossoms that startle and scare | D |
| Red as man s blood is the sun that with sinister | C |
| Flame is a menace of hell in the air | D |
| Wrinkled and haggard the hills are the jags of them | E |
| Gape like to living and ominous things | F |
| Storm and dry thunder cry out in the crags of them | E |
| Fire and the wind with a woe in its wings | F |
| Never a moon without clammy cold shroud on it | A |
| Hitherward comes or a flower like star | G |
| Only the hiss of the tempest is loud on it | A |
| Hiss and the moan of a bitter sea bar | G |
| Here on this waste and to left and to right of it | A |
| Never is lisp or the ripple of rain | H |
| Fierce is the daytime and wild is the night of it | A |
| Flame without limit and frost without wane | H |
| Trees half alive with the sense of a curse on them | E |
| Shudder and shrink from the black heavy gale | I |
| Ghastly with boughs like the plumes of a hearse on them | E |
| Barren of blossom and blasted with bale | I |
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| Under the cliff that stares down to the south of it | A |
| Back by the horns of a hazardous hill | J |
| Dumb is the gorge with a grave in the mouth of it | A |
| Still as a corpse in a coffin is still | J |
| Never there hovers a hope of the Spring by it | A |
| Never a glimmer of yellow and green | K |
| Only the bat with a whisper of wing by it | A |
| Flits like a life out of flesh and unseen | K |
| Here are the growths that are livid and glutinous | F |
| Speckled and bloated with poisonous blood | L |
| This is the haunt of the viper breed mutinous | F |
| Cursed with the curse of weird Catherine Flood | L |
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| He that hath looked on it hurried aghast from it | A |
| Hair of him frozen with horror straightway | M |
| Chased by a sudden strange pestilent blast from it | A |
| Where is the speech of him what can he say | F |
| Hath he not seen the fierce ghost of a hag in it | A |
| Heard maledictions that startle the stars | F |
| Dumb is his mouth as a mouth with a gag in it | A |
| Mute is his life as a life within bars | F |
| Just the one glimpse of that grey shrieking woman there | D |
| Ringed by a circle of furnace and fiend | N |
| He that went happy and healthy and human there | D |
| Where shall the white leper fly to be cleaned | N |
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| Here in a pit with indefinite doom on it | A |
| Here in the fumes of a feculent moat | O |
| Under an alp with inscrutable gloom on it | A |
| Squats the wild witch with a ghoul at her throat | O |
| Black execration that cannot be spoken of | P |
| Speech of red hell that would suffocate Song | Q |
| Starts from this terror with never a token of | P |
| Day and its loveliness all the year long | Q |
| Sin without name to it man never heard of it | A |
| Crime that would startle a fiend from his lair | D |
| Blasted this Glen and the leaf and the bird of it | A |
| Where is there hope for it Father O where | D |
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| Far in the days of our fathers the life in it | A |
| Blossomed and beamed in the sight of the sun | R |
| Yellow and green and the purple were rife in it | A |
| Singers of morning and waters that run | R |
| Storm of the equinox shed no distress on it | A |
| Thunder spoke softly and summer time left | S |
| Sunset s forsaken bright beautiful dress on it | A |
| Blessing that shone half the night in the cleft | S |
| Hymns of the highlands hosannas from hills by it | A |
| Psalms of great forests made holy the spot | T |
| Cool were the mosses and clear were the rills by it | A |
| Far in the days when the Horror was not | T |
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| Twenty miles south is the strong shining Hawkesbury | D |
| Spacious and splendid and lordly with blooms | F |
| There between mountains magnificent walks bury | D |
| Miles of their beauty in green myrtle glooms | F |
| There in the dell is the fountain with falls by it | A |
| Falls and a torrent of summering stream | U |
| There is the cave with the hyaline halls by it | A |
| Haunt of the echo and home of the dream | U |
| Over the hill by the marvellous base of it | A |
| Wanders the wind with a song in its breath | V |
| Out to the sea with the gold on the face of it | A |
| Twenty miles south of the Valley of Death | V |
Henry Kendall
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