Pan At Lane Cove Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDADAEFGFHEHEIDDD DIDIJKDKDJDJKLMLNKNK

SCALY with poison bright with flameA
Great fungi steam beside the gateB
Run tentacles through flagstone cracksC
Or claw beyond where meditateB
Wet poplars on a pitchy lawnD
Some seignior of colonial fameA
Has planted here a stone cut faunD
Whose flute juts like a frozen flameA
O lonely faun what songs are theseE
For skies where no Immortals hideF
Why finger in this dour abodeG
Those Pan pipes girdled at your sideF
Your Gods and Hellas too have passedH
Forsaken are the CycladesE
And surely faun you are the lastH
To pipe such ancient songs as theseE
Yet blow your stone lipped flute and blowI
Those red and silver pipes of PanD
Cold stars are bubbling round the moonD
Which like some golden IndiamanD
Disgorged by waterspouts and blownD
Through heaven's archipelagoI
Drives orange bows by clouds of stoneD
Blow blow your flute you stone boy blowI
And Chiron pipe your centaurs outJ
The night has looped a smoky scarfK
Round campanili in the townD
And thrown a cloak about ClontarfK
Now earth is ripe for Pan againD
Barbaric ways and Paynim routJ
And revels of old Samian menD
O Chiron pipe your centaurs outJ
This garden by the dark Lane CoveK
Shall spark before thy music diesL
With silver sandals all thy godsM
Be conjured from Ionian skiesL
Those poplars in a fluting triceN
They'll charm into an olive groveK
And dance a while in ParadiseN
Like men of fire above Lane CoveK

Kenneth Slessor



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