Golden Gully Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFFGGHHIIJJIIKK LMCDNNOOEECDPPGGQQRR AB| No one lives in Golden Gully for its golden days are o er | A |
| And its clay shall never sully blucher boots of diggers more | B |
| For the diggers long have vanished nought but broken shafts remain | C |
| And the bush by diggers banished fast reclaims its own again | D |
| Now when dying Daylight slowly draws her fingers from the Peak | E |
| The Weird Empress Melancholy rises from the reedy creek | E |
| In the gap above the gully while the dismal curlews scream | F |
| Loud to welcome her as ruler of the dreary night supreme | F |
| Takes her throne and by her presence fills the strange uncertain air | G |
| With a ghostly phosphorescence of the horrors hidden there | G |
| None would think by camp fire blazy lighting fitfully the scene | H |
| In the seasons that are hazy how in seasons gone between | H |
| Diggers yarned or joined in jolly ballads of the field and foam | I |
| Or grew sad and melancholy over songs like Home Sweet Home | I |
| Songs of other times demanding sullen tears that would not start | J |
| Every digger understanding what was in his comrade s heart | J |
| It may seem to you a riddle how a poet s fancies roam | I |
| But methinks I hear a fiddle softly playing Home Sweet Home | I |
| Mid the trees while meditative diggers round the camp fire stand | K |
| Those were days before Australians learned to love their native land | K |
| Now the dismal curlew screeches round the shafts when night winds sough | L |
| Startling murmurs broken speeches shake each twisted tangled bough | M |
| And whene er the night comes dreary darkened by the falling rain | C |
| Voices loud and dread and eerie come again and come again | D |
| Come like troubled souls forbidden rest until their tales are told | N |
| Tales of deeds of darkness hidden in the whirl of days of gold | N |
| Come like troubled spirits telling tales of dire and dread mishaps | O |
| Kissing falling rising swelling dying in the dismal gaps | O |
| When the coming daylight slowly lays her fingers on the Peak | E |
| Then the Empress Melancholy hurries off to swamps that reek | E |
| But the scene is never cheery be it sunshine be it rain | C |
| For the Gully keeps its dreary look till darkness comes again | D |
| As you stand beside the broken shafts where grass is growing thick | P |
| You can almost hear a spoken word or hear a thudding pick | P |
| And your very soul seems sinking foetid grows the morning air | G |
| For you cannot help believing that there s something buried there | G |
| There s a ring amid the saplings by a travelling circus worn | Q |
| That amused the noisy diggers e er the rising race was born | Q |
| There s a road where scrub encroaches that was once the main highway | R |
| Over which two rival coaches dashed in glory twice a day | R |
| Gone all gone from Golden Gully for its golden days are o er | A |
| And its clay shall never sully wheels of crowded coaches more | B |
Henry Lawson
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