The Poor, Poor Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEBB FFDD GGBB HHBB| Oh 'twas a poor country in Autumn it was bare | A |
| The only green was the cutting grass and the sheep found little there | A |
| Oh the thin wheat and the brown oats were never two foot high | B |
| But down in the poor country no pauper was I | B |
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| My wealth it was the glow that lives forever in the young | C |
| 'Twas on the brown water in the green leaves it hung | C |
| The blue cranes fed their young all day how far in a tall tree | D |
| And the poor poor country made no pauper of me | D |
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| I waded out to the swan's nest at night I heard them sing | E |
| I stood amazed at the Pelican and crowned him for a king | E |
| I saw the black duck in the reeds and the spoonbill on the sky | B |
| And in that poor country no pauper was I | B |
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| The mountain ducks down in the dark made many a hollow sound | F |
| I saw in sleep the Bunyip creep from the waters underground | F |
| I found the plovers' island home and they fought right valiantly | D |
| Poor was the country but it made no pauper of me | D |
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| My riches all went into dreams that never yet came home | G |
| They touched upon the wild cherries and the slabs of honeycomb | G |
| They were not of the desolate brood that men can sell or buy | B |
| Down in that poor country no pauper was I | B |
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| The New Year came with heat and thirst and the little lakes were low | H |
| The blue cranes were my nearest friends and I mourned to see them go | H |
| I watched their wings so long until I only saw the sky | B |
| Down in that poor country no pauper was I | B |
John Shaw Neilson
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