Interlude - A Dirge Of Joy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGG HIBB JJKKOh this is a joyful dirge my friends and this is a hymn of praise | A |
And this is a clamour of Victory and a p an of Ancient Days | A |
It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave | B |
But an ode to the Things that the War has Killed and a lay of the Festive Grave | B |
'Tis a triolet of the Tomb you bet and a whoop because of Despair | C |
And it's sung as I stand on my hoary head and wave my legs in the air | C |
Oh I dance on the grave of the Suffragette I dance on my hands and dome | D |
And the Sanctity of the Marriage Tie and the Breaking Up of the Home | D |
And I dance on the grave of the weird White Slave that died when the war began | E |
And Better Protection for Women and Girls and Men Made Laws for Man | E |
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Oh I dance on the Liberal Lady's grave and the Labour Woman's too | F |
And the grave of the Female lie and shriek with a dance that is wild and new | F |
And my only regret in this song a let as I dance over dale and hill | G |
Is the Yarn of the Wife and the Tale of the Girl that never a war can kill | G |
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Oh I dance on the grave of the want ter write and I dance on the Tomb of the Sneer | H |
And poet and author and critic too who used to be great round here | I |
But Old Mother Often Mother of Ten and Parent escaped from the grave | B |
And Pro Bono Publico liveth again as Victis or Honour the Brave | B |
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Oh lightly I danced upon Politics' grave where the Friend of the Candidate slept | J |
And over the Female Political Devil oh wildly I bounded and leapt | J |
But this dance shall be nothing compared with the dance of the spook of the writer who sings | K |
On the grave of the bard and the Bulletin's grave out there at the Finish of Things | K |
Henry Lawson
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