Music In The Bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ GKGL DMDM NONO PDPD HQHQ RCRC STUV OJOJ

O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moonA
And in the west all tremulous a starB
And soothing sweet she hears the mellow tuneA
Of cow bells jangled in the fields afarB
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Quite listless for her daily stent is doneC
She stands sad exile at her rose wreathed doorD
And sends her love eternal with the sunC
That goes to gild the land she'll see no moreD
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The grave gaunt pines imprison her sad gazeE
All still the sky and darkling drearilyF
She feels the chilly breath of dear dead daysE
Come sifting through the alders eerilyF
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Oh how the roses riot in their bloomG
The curtains stir as with an ancient painH
Her old piano gleams from out the gloomG
And waits and waits her tender touch in vainH
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But now her hands like moonlight brush the keysI
With velvet grace melodious delightJ
And now a sad refrain from over seasI
Goes sobbing on the bosom of the nightJ
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And now she sings O singer in the gloomG
Voicing a sorrow we can ne'er expressK
Here in the Farness where we few have roomG
Unshamed to show our love and tendernessL
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Our hearts will echo till they beat no moreD
That song of sadness and of motherlandM
And stretched in deathless love to England's shoreD
Some day she'll hearken and she'll understandM
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A prima donna in the shining pastN
But now a mother growing old and grayO
She thinks of how she held a people fastN
In thrall and gleaned the triumphs of a dayO
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She sees a sea of faces like a dreamP
She sees herself a queen of song once moreD
She sees lips part in rapture eyes agleamP
She sings as never once she sang beforeD
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She sings a wild sweet song that throbs with painH
The added pain of life that transcends artQ
A song of home a deep celestial strainH
The glorious swan song of a dying heartQ
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A lame tramp comes along the railway trackR
A grizzled dog whose day is nearly doneC
He passes pauses then comes slowly backR
And listens there an audience of oneC
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She sings her golden voice is passion fraughtS
As when she charmed a thousand eager earsT
He listens trembling and she knows it notU
And down his hollow cheeks roll bitter tearsV
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She ceases and is still as if to prayO
There is no sound the stars are all alightJ
Only a wretch who stumbles on his wayO
Only a vagrant sobbing in the nightJ

Robert William Service



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