Drought Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF BGBG HIHI JKJL MNMN OPOP QRQR STSTMy road is fenced with the bleached white bones | A |
And strewn with the blind white sand | B |
Beside me a suffering dumb world moans | A |
On the breast of a lonely land | B |
On the rim of the world the lightnings play | C |
The heat waves quiver and dance | D |
And the breath of the wind is a sword to slay | C |
And the sunbeams each a lance | D |
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I have withered the grass where my hot hoofs tread | E |
I have whitened the sapless trees | F |
I have driven the faint heart rains ahead | E |
To hide in their soft green seas | F |
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I have bound the plains with an iron band | B |
I have stricken the slow streams dumb | G |
To the charge of my vanguards who shall stand | B |
Who stay when my cohorts come | G |
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The dust storms follow and wrap me round | H |
The hot winds ride as a guard | I |
Before me the fret of the swamps is bound | H |
And the way of the wild fowl barred | I |
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I drop the whips on the loose flanked steers | J |
I burnt their necks with the bow | K |
And the green hide rips and the iron sears | J |
Where the staggering lean beasts go | L |
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I lure the swagman out of the road | M |
To the gleam of a phantom lake | N |
I have laid him down I have taken his load | M |
And he sleeps till the dead men wake | N |
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My hurrying hoofs in the night go by | O |
And the great flocks bleat their fear | P |
And follow the curve of the creeks burnt dry | O |
And the plains scorched brown and sere | P |
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The worn men start from their sleepless rest | Q |
With faces haggard and drawn | R |
They cursed the red Sun into the west | Q |
And they curse him out of the dawn | R |
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They have carried their outposts far far out | S |
But blade of my sword for a sign | T |
I am the Master the dread King Drought | S |
And the great West Land is mine | T |
William Henry Ogilvie
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