The Sydney International Exhibition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKDDLLMMNOPPQQIIRSII TTUUIIVVDDSSEE WWXXBBYYDDZZCCIIA2B2 BB C2C2D2D2E2F2G2G2PPBB C2C2QQH2H2BBI2I2HHII J2J2IIC2K2L2L2IIQQBB A2A2BBL2L2EETTM2N2HH O2O2I2I2BBPPP2P2VVFF DD Q2Q2BBI2I2EEBBR2R2CC HHBBC2C2YYS2S2I2I2II BBMMWWS2S2C2D| Now while Orion flaming south doth set | A |
| A shining foot on hills of wind and wet | A |
| Far haughty hills beyond the fountains cold | B |
| And dells of glimmering greenness manifold | B |
| While August sings the advent of the Spring | C |
| And in the calm is heard September s wing | C |
| The lordly voice of song I ask of thee | D |
| High deathless radiance crowned Calliope | D |
| What though we never hear the great god s lays | E |
| Which made all music the Hellenic days | E |
| What though the face of thy fair heaven beams | F |
| Still only on the crystal Grecian streams | F |
| What though a sky of new strange beauty shines | G |
| Where no white Dryad sings within the pines | G |
| Here is a land whose large imperial grace | H |
| Must tempt thee goddess in thine holy place | H |
| Here are the dells of peace and plenilune | I |
| The hills of morning and the slopes of noon | I |
| Here are the waters dear to days of blue | J |
| And dark green hollows of the noontide dew | J |
| Here lies the harp by fragrant wood winds fanned | K |
| That waits the coming of thy quickening hand | K |
| And shall Australia framed and set in sea | D |
| August with glory wait in vain for thee | D |
| Shall more than Tempe s beauty be unsung | L |
| Because its shine is strange its colours young | L |
| No by the full live light which puts to shame | M |
| The far fair splendours of Thessalian flame | M |
| By yonder forest psalm which sinks and swells | N |
| Like that of Phocis grave with oracles | O |
| By deep prophetic winds that come and go | P |
| Where whispering springs of pondering mountains flow | P |
| By lute like leaves and many languaged caves | Q |
| Where sounds the strong hosanna of the waves | Q |
| This great new majesty shall not remain | I |
| Unhonoured by the high immortal strain | I |
| Soon soon the music of the southern lyre | R |
| Shall start and blossom with a speech like fire | S |
| Soon soon shall flower and flow in flame divine | I |
| Thy songs Apollo and Euterpe thine | I |
| Strong shining sons of Delphicus shall rise | T |
| With all their father s glory in their eyes | T |
| And then shall beam on yonder slopes and springs | U |
| The light that swims upon the light of things | U |
| And therefore lingering in a land of lawn | I |
| I standing here a singer of the dawn | I |
| With gaze upturned to where wan summits lie | V |
| Against the morning flowing up the sky | V |
| Whose eyes in dreams of many colours see | D |
| A glittering vision of the years to be | D |
| Do ask of thee Calliope one hour | S |
| Of life pre eminent with perfect power | S |
| That I may leave a song whose lonely rays | E |
| May shine hereafter from these songless days | E |
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| For now there breaks across the faint grey range | W |
| The rose red dawning of a radiant change | W |
| A soft sweet voice is in the valleys deep | X |
| Where darkness droops and sings itself to sleep | X |
| The grave mute woods that yet the silence hold | B |
| Of dim dead ages gleam with hints of gold | B |
| Yon eastern cape that meets the straitened wave | Y |
| A twofold tower above the whistling cave | Y |
| Whose strength in thunder shields the gentle lea | D |
| And makes a white wrath of a league of sea | D |
| Now wears the face of peace and in the bay | Z |
| The weak spent voice of Winter dies away | Z |
| In every dell there is a whispering wing | C |
| On every lawn a glimmer of the Spring | C |
| By every hill are growths of tender green | I |
| On every slope a fair new life is seen | I |
| And lo beneath the morning s blossoming fires | A2 |
| The shining city of a hundred spires | B2 |
| In mists of gold by countless havens furled | B |
| And glad with all the flags of all the world | B |
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| These are the shores where in a dream of fear | C2 |
| Cathay saw darkness dwelling half the year | C2 |
| These are the coasts that old fallacious tales | D2 |
| Chained down with ice and ringed with sleepless gales | D2 |
| This is the land that in the hour of awe | E2 |
| From Indian peaks the rapt Venetian saw | F2 |
| Here is the long grey line of strange sea wall | G2 |
| That checked the prow of the audacious Gaul | G2 |
| What time he steered towards the southern snow | P |
| From zone to zone four hundred years ago | P |
| By yonder gulf whose marching waters meet | B |
| The wine dark currents from the isles of heat | B |
| Strong sons of Europe in a far dim year | C2 |
| Faced ghastly foes and felt the alien spear | C2 |
| There in a later dawn by shipless waves | Q |
| The tender grasses found forgotten graves | Q |
| Far in the west beyond those hills sublime | H2 |
| Dirk Hartog anchored in the olden time | H2 |
| There by a wild faced bay and in a cleft | B |
| His shining name the fair haired Northman left | B |
| And on those broad imperial waters far | I2 |
| Beneath the lordly occidental star | I2 |
| Sailed Tasman down a great and glowing space | H |
| Whose softer lights were like his lady s face | H |
| In dreams of her he roved from zone to zone | I |
| And gave her lovely name to coasts unknown | I |
| And saw in streaming sunset everywhere | J2 |
| The curious beauty of her golden hair | J2 |
| By flaming tracts of tropic afternoon | I |
| Where in low heavens hangs a fourfold moon | I |
| Here on the tides of a resplendent year | C2 |
| By capes of jasper came the buccaneer | K2 |
| Then then the wild men flying from the beach | L2 |
| First heard the clear bold sounds of English speech | L2 |
| And then first fell across a Southern plain | I |
| The broad strong shadows of a Saxon train | I |
| Near yonder wall of stately cliff that braves | Q |
| The arrogance of congregated waves | Q |
| The daring son of grey old Yorkshire stood | B |
| And dreamed in a majestic solitude | B |
| What time a gentle April shed its showers | A2 |
| Aflame with sunset on the Bay of Flowers | A2 |
| The noble seaman who withheld the hand | B |
| And spared the Hector of his native land | B |
| The single savage yelling on the beach | L2 |
| The dark strange curses of barbaric speech | L2 |
| Exalted sailor whose benignant phrase | E |
| Shines full of beauty in these latter days | E |
| Who met the naked tribes of fiery skies | T |
| With great divine compassion in his eyes | T |
| Who died like Him of hoary Nazareth | M2 |
| That death august the radiant martyr s death | N2 |
| Who in the last hour showed the Christian face | H |
| Whose crumbling beauty shamed the alien race | H |
| In peace he sleeps where deep eternal calms | O2 |
| Lie round the land of heavy fruited palms | O2 |
| Lo in that dell behind a singing bar | I2 |
| Where deep pure pools of glittering waters are | I2 |
| Beyond a mossy yellow gleaming glade | B |
| The last of Forby Sutherland was laid | B |
| The blue eyed Saxon from the hills of snow | P |
| Who fell asleep a hundred years ago | P |
| In flowerful shades where gold and green are rife | P2 |
| Still rests the shell of his forgotten life | P2 |
| Far far away beneath some northern sky | V |
| The fathers of his humble household lie | V |
| But by his lonely grave are sapphire streams | F |
| And gracious woodlands where the fire fly gleams | F |
| And ever comes across a silver lea | D |
| The hymn sublime of the eternal sea | D |
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| On that bold hill against a broad blue stream | Q2 |
| Stood Arthur Phillip in a day of dream | Q2 |
| What time the mists of morning westward rolled | B |
| And heaven flowered on a bay of gold | B |
| Here in the hour that shines and sounds afar | I2 |
| Flamed first old England s banner like a star | I2 |
| Here in a time august with prayer and praise | E |
| Was born the nation of these splendid days | E |
| And here this land s majestic yesterday | B |
| Of immemorial silence died away | B |
| Where are the woods that ninety summers back | R2 |
| Stood hoar with ages by the water track | R2 |
| Where are the valleys of the flashing wing | C |
| The dim green margins and the glimmering spring | C |
| Where now the warrior of the forest race | H |
| His glaring war paint and his fearless face | H |
| The banks of April and the groves of bird | B |
| The glades of silence and the pools unstirred | B |
| The gleaming savage and the whistling spear | C2 |
| Passed with the passing of a wild old year | C2 |
| A single torrent singing by the wave | Y |
| A shadowy relic in a mountain cave | Y |
| A ghost of fire in immemorial hills | S2 |
| The whittled tree by folded wayside rills | S2 |
| The call of bird that hides in hollows far | I2 |
| Where feet of thunder wings of winter are | I2 |
| Of all that Past these wrecks of wind and rain | I |
| These touching memories these alone remain | I |
| - | |
| What sun is this that beams and broadens west | B |
| What wonder this in deathless glory dressed | B |
| What strange sweet harp of highest god took flame | M |
| And gave this Troy its life its light its name | M |
| What awful lyre of marvellous power and range | W |
| Upraised this Ilion wrought this dazzling change | W |
| No shining singer of Hellenic dreams | S2 |
| Set yonder splendour by the morning streams | S2 |
| No god who glimmers in a doubtful sphere | C2 |
| Shed gl | D |
Henry Kendall
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