Song Of The Parao (camping-ground) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EE FGFG HH IIJJ KLLK MLMN OOPP QQ RSTULKSUKL VWVW LXXYLZ ILIL A2B2C2B2 D2D2 E2F2E2F2 G2H2I2H2 J2K2J2K2 SL2M2L2SSM2| Heart my heart thou hast found thy home | A |
| From gloom and sorrow thou hast come forth | B |
| Thou who wast foolish and sought to roam | A |
| 'Neath the cruel stars of the frozen North | B |
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| Thou hast returned to thy dear delights | C |
| The golden glow of the quivering days | D |
| The silver silence of tropical nights | C |
| No more to wander in alien ways | D |
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| Here each star is a well loved friend | E |
| To me and my heart at the journey's end | E |
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| These are my people and this my land | F |
| I hear the pulse of her secret soul | G |
| This is the life that I understand | F |
| Savage and simple and sane and whole | G |
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| Washed in the light of a clear fierce sun | H |
| Heart my heart the journey is done | H |
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| See the painted piece of the skies | I |
| Where the rose hued opal of sunset lies | I |
| Hear the passionate Koel calling | J |
| From coral trees where the dusk is falling | J |
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| See my people slight limbed and tall | K |
| The maiden's bosom they scorn to cover | L |
| The breasts that shall call and enthral her lover | L |
| Things of beauty are free to all | K |
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| Free to the eyes that think no shame | M |
| That a girl should bloom like a forest flower | L |
| Who hold that Love is a sacred flame | M |
| Outward beauty a God like dower | N |
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| Who further regard it as no disgrace | O |
| If loveliness lessen to serve the race | O |
| Nor point the finger of jesting scorn | P |
| At her who carries the child unborn | P |
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| Ah my heart but we wandered far | Q |
| From the light of the slanting fourfold Star | Q |
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| Oh palm leaf thatch where the melon thrives | R |
| Beneath the shade of the tamarind tree | S |
| Thou coverest tranquil graceful lives | T |
| That want so little that knew no haste | U |
| Nor the bitter goad of a too full hour | L |
| Whose soft eyed women are lithe and tall | K |
| And wear no garment below the knee | S |
| Nor veil or raiment above the waist | U |
| But the beautiful hair that dowers them all | K |
| And falls to the ground in a scented shower | L |
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| The youths return from their swift flowing bath | V |
| With the swinging grace that their height allows | W |
| Lightly climbing the river side path | V |
| Their soft hair knotted above their brows | W |
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| Elephants wade the darkening river | L |
| Their bells which tinkle in minor thirds | X |
| Faintly sweet like passionate birds | X |
| Whose warbling wakens a sense of pain | Y |
| Thrill through the nerves and make them quiver | L |
| Heart my heart art thou happy again | Z |
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| Here is beauty to feast thine eyes | I |
| Here is the land of thy long desire | L |
| See how the delicate spirals rise | I |
| Azure and faint from the wood fed fire | L |
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| Where the cartmen wearily share their food | A2 |
| Ere they by their bullocks lie down to rest | B2 |
| Heart of mine dost thou find it good | C2 |
| This wide red road by the winds caressed | B2 |
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| This lone Parao where the fireflies light | D2 |
| These tom toms fretting the peace of night | D2 |
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| Heart thou hast wandered and suffered much | E2 |
| Death has robbed thee and Life betrayed | F2 |
| But there is ever a solace for such | E2 |
| In that they are not lightly afraid | F2 |
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| The strength that found them the fire to love | G2 |
| Finds them also the force to forget | H2 |
| Thy joy in thy dreaming lives to prove | I2 |
| Thou art not mortally wounded yet | H2 |
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| Here 'neath the arch of the vast clear sky | J2 |
| Where range upon range the remote grey hills | K2 |
| Far in the distance recede and die | J2 |
| There is no space for thy trivial ills | K2 |
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| On the low horizon towards the sea | S |
| Faint yet vivid the lightnings play | L2 |
| The lucid air is kind as a kiss | M2 |
| The falling twilight is cool and grey | L2 |
| What has sorrow to do with thee | S |
| Love was cruel thou now art free | S |
| Life unkind it has given thee this | M2 |
Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
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