The Great Grey Plain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJEGE GKKKLEKE LKLKFELE MNGNGEIE KKLKOEOE KBKBFEFE GPQRESKS

Out West where the stars are brightestA
Where the scorching north wind blowsB
And the bones of the dead gleam whitestC
And the sun on a desert glowsB
Yet within the selfish kingdomD
Where man starves man for gainE
Where white men tramp for existenceF
Wide lies the Great Grey PlainE
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No break in its awful horizonG
No blur in the dazzling hazeH
Save where by the bordering timberI
The fierce white heat waves blazeH
And out where the tank heap risesJ
Or looms when the sunlights waneE
Till it seems like a distant mountainG
Low down on the Great Grey PlainE
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No sign of a stream or fountainG
No spring on its dry hot breastK
No shade from the blazing noontideK
Where a weary man might restK
Whole years go by when the glowingL
Sky never clouds for rainE
Only the shrubs of the desertK
Grow on the Great Grey PlainE
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From the camp while the rich man's dreamingL
Come the traveller' and his mateK
In the ghastly dawnlight seemingL
Like a swagman's ghost out lateK
And the horseman blurs in the distanceF
While still the stars remainE
A low faint dust cloud hauntingL
His track on the Great Grey PlainE
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And all day long from before themM
The mirage smokes awayN
That daylight ghost of an oceanG
Creeps close behind all dayN
With an evil snake like motionG
As the waves of a madman's brainE
'Tis a phantom NOT like waterI
Out there on the Great Grey PlainE
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There's a run on the Western limitK
Where a man lives like a beastK
And a shanty in the mulgaL
That stretches to the EastK
And the hopeless men who carryO
Their swags and tramp in painE
The footmen must not tarryO
Out there on the Great Grey PlainE
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Out West where the stars are brightestK
Where the scorching north wind blowsB
And the bones of the dead seem whitestK
And the sun on a desert glowsB
Out back in the hungry distanceF
That brave hearts dare in vainE
Where beggars tramp for existenceF
There lies the Great Grey PlainE
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'Tis a desert not more barrenG
Than the Great Grey Plain of yearsP
Where a fierce fire burns the hearts of menQ
Dries up the fount of tearsR
Where the victims of a greed insaneE
Are crushed in a hell born strifeS
Where the souls of a race are murderedK
On the Great Grey Plain of LifeS

Henry Lawson



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