The Story Of Ung Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCBD EEFF GGAD HHAD IIJJ DDKK DDLL MMDD DDNN OOPD QQDD PPBB| Once on a glittering ice field ages and ages ago | A |
| Ung a maker of pictures fashioned an image of snow | A |
| Fashioned the form of a tribesman gaily he whistled and sung | B |
| Working the snow with his fingers Read ye the Story of Ung | B |
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| Pleased was his tribe with that image came in their hundreds to scan | C |
| Handled it smelt it and grunted quot Verily this is a man | C |
| Thus do we carry our lances thus is a war belt slung | B |
| Lo it is even as we are Glory and honour to Ung quot | D |
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| Later he pictured an aurochs later he pictured a bear | E |
| Pictured the sabre tooth tiger dragging a man to his lair | E |
| Pictured the mountainous mammoth hairy abhorrent alone | F |
| Out of the love that he bore them scribing them clearly on bone | F |
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| Swift came the tribe to behold them peering and pushing and still | G |
| Men of the berg battered beaches men of the boulder hatched hill | G |
| Hunters and fishers and trappers presently whispering low | A |
| quot Yea they are like and it may be But how does the Picture man know quot | D |
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| quot Ung hath he slept with the Aurochs watched where the Mastodon roam | H |
| Spoke on the ice with the Bow head followed the Sabre tooth home | H |
| Nay These are toys of his fancy If he have cheated us so | A |
| How is there truth in his image the man that he fashioned of snow quot | D |
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| Wroth was that maker of pictures hotly he answered the call | I |
| quot Hunters and fishers and trappers children and fools are ye all | I |
| Look at the beasts when ye hunt them quot Swift from the tumult he broke | J |
| Ran to the cave of his father and told him the shame that they spoke | J |
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| And the father of Ung gave answer that was old and wise in the craft | D |
| Maker of pictures aforetime he leaned on his lance and laughed | D |
| quot If they could see as thou seest they would do what thou hast done | K |
| And each man would make him a picture and what would become of my son | K |
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| quot There would be no pelts of the reindeer flung down at thy cave for a gift | D |
| Nor dole of the oily timber that comes on the Baltic drift | D |
| No store of well drilled needles nor ouches of amber pale | L |
| No new cut tongues of the bison nor meat of the stranded whale | L |
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| quot Thou hast not toiled at the fishing when the sodden trammels freeze | M |
| Nor worked the war boats outward through the rush of the rock staked seas | M |
| Yet they bring thee fish and plunder full meal and an easy bed | D |
| And all for the sake of thy pictures quot And Ung held down his head | D |
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| quot Thou hast not stood to the Aurochs when the red snow reeks of the fight | D |
| Men have no time at the houghing to count his curls aright | D |
| And the heart of the hairy Mammoth thou sayest they do not see | N |
| Yet they save it whole from the beaches and broil the best for thee | N |
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| quot And now do they press to thy pictures with opened mouth and eye | O |
| And a little gift in the doorway and the praise no gift can buy | O |
| But sure they have doubted thy pictures and that is a grievous stain | P |
| Son that can see so clearly return them their gifts again quot | D |
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| And Ung looked down at his deerskins their broad shell tasselled bands | Q |
| And Ung drew downward his mitten and looked at his naked hands | Q |
| And he gloved himself and departed and he heard his father behind | D |
| quot Son that can see so clearly rejoice that thy tribe is blind quot | D |
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| Straight on the glittering ice field by the caves of the lost Dordogne | P |
| Ung a maker of pictures fell to his scribing on bone | P |
| Even to mammoth editions Gaily he whistled and sung | B |
| Blessing his tribe for their blindness Heed ye the Story of Ung | B |
Rudyard Kipling
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