The Allisons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGHGHCICI JGJGKLKLMGMGNGNGOGOG KGKGPCPCGQGQMGMGRSTS

ROOF and rafter and window and doorA
Totter and tumble in slow decayB
The house by the creek is a house no moreA
For the Allison folk have gone awayB
Kept back no more by the hands of menC
Though here and there bare tracts there beD
The bush has come to its own againC
Little by little and tree by treeD
Free footed winds through the doorways passE
Whispering much in a guarded toneF
Plovers call in the knee deep grassE
That grows right up to the threshold stoneF
Silence watching the years has keptG
Vigil here with a muted tongueH
Since over yon threshold stone they steptG
Man and woman and old and youngH
Brown armed women and bearded menC
Love and labour and grief and mirthI
Harvester Time has reaped since thenC
Crop after crop from the teeming earthI
Nights there were when these rafters rangJ
Echoing song till the break of dayG
Ceasing not till the dawnlights sprangJ
Sudden and red on the mists of greyG
Quick to answer to mateship's callK
Rovers drovers and horsemen bornL
Drinkers fighters and lovers allK
Laughing the law at times to scornL
Hot in anger and loyal in loveM
That was ever the Allison wayG
Kith of the hawk and kin of the doveM
Wild and handsome and bold and gayG
Fronting ever with even faceN
Drought and danger and care and needG
Firm in the saddle and first in the raceN
That was ever the Allison breedG
Known and named were the Allison girlsO
Far and near through the country roundG
Some with the noon gold in their curlsO
Some with the dark of midnight crownedG
Dashing riders and dancers allK
Bonnie of body and clean of mindG
Quick to answer at pity's callK
That was ever the Allison kindG
Tinged and softened with sweet romanceP
Back in the past they rise againC
Allison girls at race and danceP
Queening it over the hearts of menC
Slim and stalwart and sweet and boldG
Mother and maid and man and boyQ
Shadows move where they moved of oldG
Toiled and sorrowed and had their joyQ
Part of the past is all their loveM
All the light of their fires is deadG
Kith of the hawk and kin of the doveM
Dove and hawk in the dark have fledG
Here where the winds blow brave and blitheR
Tossing and turning each sapling topS
Harvester Time has swung his scytheT
Cleared his swath and reaped his cropS

Roderic Quinn



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