The Golden Yesterday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEDAFAFGHGIJKJK LLLLLALAJMJMLJLJBJBJ JLJLBNBNLMLM| AFTER a spell of chill grey weather | A |
| Green O green are the feet of Spring | B |
| The heaven is here of flower and feather | A |
| Of wild red blossom and flashing wing | B |
| Hither of old queer flotsam drifted | C |
| Borne on the breast of an age old stream | D |
| Men and women with hope uplifted | E |
| Spurred and stirred by a splendid dream | D |
| Hither they quested the young and eager | A |
| The social misfit the aged the banned | F |
| Friends were lacking and fortune meagre | A |
| And here was promise the Promised Land | F |
| Each had a goal a star a beacon | G |
| A good bye smile or a soft love trees | H |
| To urge his feet lest his feet should weaken | G |
| Drag and falter with weariness | I |
| Love and honour and mirth and pity | J |
| The joy that brightens the gloom that chills | K |
| Dwelt at once in the tented city | J |
| Set of old in these watching hills | K |
| The birds aroused them with matin numbers | L |
| The air was scented with waking flowers | L |
| They woke renewed from their starlit slumbers | L |
| They toiled dream warmed through the sunlit hours | L |
| They had their triumphs their gains their losses | L |
| Their noons of laughter their nights of care | A |
| Back on the hills are some rough crosses | L |
| A name a date and perchance a prayer | A |
| It seems like a dream that flashed and flitted | J |
| That reigned a moment and passed away | M |
| And only the earth its kind face pitted | J |
| Tells the tale of that old dead day | M |
| They dug the clay and they broke the boulders | L |
| They turned the creek and they washed the mould | J |
| But vain as makers and vain as moulders | L |
| They lived and wrought in the age of Gold | J |
| They worked and worried their labour blotching | B |
| The land's green surface with scar and pit | J |
| Yet all around them the hills were watching | B |
| Flower crowned tree crested and glory lit | J |
| Like time worn sages the green hills waited | J |
| Clouds round their foreheads their hips in grass | L |
| They knew that the man at their feet was fated | J |
| That he and the work of his hands would pass | L |
| A breeze comes down from the highlands smoothing | B |
| The green young wheat and a bird makes mirth | N |
| And Spring is here with her soft hands soothing | B |
| The ruined rocks and the wounded earth | N |
| The diggers passed and the last red embers | L |
| Of their night fires they are ashen grey | M |
| But while hearts beat and the mind remembers | L |
| They shall not fade as a dream away | M |
Roderic Quinn
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