Fragments Pts 1, 11, 111 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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These broken lines for pardon craveA
I cannot end the song with artB
My grief is gray and old her graveA
Is dug so deep within my heartB
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I Her Last DayC
IT was a day of sombre heatD
The still dense air was void of soundE
And life no wing of bird did beatD
A little breeze through it the groundE
Was like live ashes to the feetD
From the black hills that loomed aroundE
The valley many a sudden spireF
Of flame shot up and writhed and curledG
And sank again for heavinessH
And heavy seemed to men that dayC
The burden of the weary worldG
For evermore the sky did pressH
Closer upon the earth that layC
Fainting beneath as one in direF
Dreams of the night upon whose breastI
Sits a black phantom of unrestI
That holds him down The earth and skyJ
Appeared unto the troubled eyeJ
A roof of smoke a floor of fireK
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There was no water in the landL
Deep in the night of each ravineM
Men vainly searching for it foundE
Dry hollows in the gaping groundE
Like sockets where clear eyes had beenN
Now burnt out with a burning brandL
There was no water in the landL
But the salt sea tide that did rollO
Far past the places where till thenP
The sweet streams met and flung it backQ
The beds of little brooks that stoleO
In spring time down each ferny glenP
And rippled over rock and sandL
Were drier than a cattle trackQ
A dull strange languor of diseaseH
That ever with the heat increasedR
Fell upon man and bird and beastR
The thin flanked cattle gasped for breathS
The birds dropped dead from drooping treesH
And men who drank the muddy leesH
From each near dry though deep dug wellT
Grew faint and over all things fellT
A heavy stupor dank as DeathS
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Fierce Nature glaring with a faceH
Of savage scorn at my despairU
Withered my heart From cone to baseH
The hills were full of hollow eyesH
That rayed out darkness dead and dullV
Gray rocks grinned under ridges bareU
Like dry teeth in a mouldered skullV
And ghastly gum tree trunks did loomW
Out of black clefts and rifts of gloomW
As sheeted spectres that ariseH
From yawning graves at dead of nightX
To fill the living with affrightX
And like to witches foul that bareU
Their withered arms and bend and castX
Dread curses on the sleeping landsH
In awful legends of the pastX
Red gums with outstretched bloody handsH
Shook maledictions in the airU
Fear was around me everywhereU
The wrinkled foreheads of the rocksH
Frowned on me and methought I sawH
Deep down in dismal gulfs of aweY
Where gray death adders have their lairU
With the fiend bat the flying foxH
And dim sun rays down groping farZ
Pale as a dead man s fingers areZ
The grisly image of DecayC
That at the root of Life doth gnawH
Sitting alone upon a throneA2
Of rotting skull and bleaching boneA2
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There is an end to all our griefsH
Little the red worm of the graveA
Will vex us when our days are doneB2
So changed my thought up gazing thenP
On gray piled stones that seemed the cairnsH
Of dead and long forgotten chiefsH
The men of old the poor wild menP
Who under dim lights fought a braveA
Sad fight of Life where hope was noneB2
In the vague voiceless far off yearsH
It changed again to present painC2
And I saw Sorrow everywhereU
In blackened trees and rust red fernsH
Blasted by bush fires and the sunB2
And by the salt flood salt as tearsH
Where the wild apple trees hung lowD2
And evermore stooped down to stareU
At their drowned shadows in the waveA
Wringing their knotted hands of woeD2
And the dark swamp oaks row on rowD2
Lined either bank a sombre trainC2
Of mourners with down streaming hairU
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II SunsetX
THE DAY and its delights are doneB2
So all delights and days expireF
Down in the dim sad West the sunB2
Is dying like a dying fireK
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The fiercest lances of his lightX
Are spent I watch him droop and dieX
Like a great king who falls in fightX
None dared the duel of his eyeX
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Living but now his eye is dimE2
The eyes of all may stare at himE2
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How lovely in his strength at mornF2
He orbed along the burning blueG2
The blown gold of his flying hairU
Was tangled in green tress d treesH
And netted in the river sandX
In gleaming links of amber clearH2
But all his shining locks are shornF2
His brow of its bright crown is bareU
The golden sceptre leaves his handX
And deeper darker grows the hueG2
Of the dim purple draperiesH
And cloudy banners round his bierI2
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O beautiful rose hearted dawnJ2
O splendid noon of gold and blueG2
Is this wan glimmer all of youG2
Where are the blush and bloom ye gaveA
To laughing land and smiling seaH
The swift lights that did flash and shiverK
In diamond rain upon the riverK
And set a star in each blue waveA
Where are the merry lights and shadowsH
That danced through wood and over lawnJ2
And flew across the dewy meadowsH
Like white nymphs chased by satyr loversH
Faded and perished utterlyH
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All delicate and all rich colourK
In flower and cloud on lawn and leaH
On butterfly and bird and beeH
A little space and all are goneJ2
And darkness like a raven hoversH
Above the death bed of the dayC
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So when the long last night draws onK2
And all the world grows ghastly grayC
We see our beautiful and braveA
Wither and watch with heavy sighsH
The life light dying in their eyesH
The love light slowly fading outX
Leaving no faint hope in their placeH
But only on each dear wan faceH
The shadow of a weary doubtX
The ashen pallor of the graveA
O gracious morn and golden noonL2
With what fair dreams did ye departX
Beloved so well and lost so soonL2
I could not fold you to my breastX
I could not hide you in my heartX
I saw the watchers in the WestX
Sad shrouded shapes with hands that wringM2
And phantom fingers beckoningM2
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III Years AfterK
Fade off the ridges rosy lightX
Fade slowly from the last gray heightX
And leave no gloomy cloud to grieveN2
The heart of this enchanted eveN2
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All things beneath the still sky seemO2
Bound by the spell of a sweet dreamO2
In the dusk forest dreaminglyH
Droops slowly down each plum d headX
The river flowing softly byX
Dreams of the sea the quiet seaH
Dreams of the unseen stars and IX
Am dreaming of the dreamless deadX
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The river has a silken sheenM
But red rays of the sunset stainC2
Its pictures from the steep shore caughtX
Till shades of rock and fern and treeH
Glow like the figures on a paneC2
Of some old church by twilight seenM
Or like the rich devices wroughtX
In mediaeval tapestryH
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All lonely in a drifting boatX
Through shine and shade I float and floatX
Dreaming and dreaming till I seemO2
Part of the picture and the dreamO2
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There is no sound to break the spellH
No voice of bird or stir of boughP2
Only the lisp of waters wreathingM2
In little ripples round the prowP2
And a low air like Silence breathingM2
That hardly dusks the sleepy swellH
Whereon I float to that strange deepQ2
That sighs upon the shores of SleepQ2
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But in the silent heaven bloomingM2
Behold the wondrous sunset flowerK
That blooms and fades within the hourK
The flower of fantasy perfumingM2
With subtle melody of scentX
The blue aisles of the firmamentX
For colour music scent are oneB2
From deeps of air to airless heightsH
Lo how he sweeps the splendid sunB2
His burning lyre of many lightsH
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See the clear golden lily blowingM2
It shines as shone thy gentle soulH
O my most sweet when from the goalH
Of life far gazing thou didst seeH
While Death still feared to touch thine eyesH
Where such immortal light was glowingM2
The vision of eternityH
The pearly gates of ParadiseH
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Now richer hues the skies illumeO2
The pale gold blushes into bloomO2
Delicate as the floweringM2
Of first love in the tender springM2
Of Life when love is wizardryH
That over narrow days can throwK
A glamour and a glory soK
Did thine my Beautiful for meH
So long ago so long agoK
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So long agoK

Victor James Daley



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