The Bush, My Lover Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD BEBEBFBF GHGHBBBB IBJBKBKB BBBBBLBM BNBNMOMP KBKBBBBB| The camp fire gleams resistance | A |
| To every twinkling star | B |
| The horse bells in the distance | A |
| Are jangling faint and far | B |
| Through gum boughs torn and lonely | C |
| The passing breezes sigh | D |
| In all the world are only | C |
| My star crowned Gove and I | D |
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| The still night wraps Macquarie | B |
| The white moon drifting slow | E |
| Takes back her silver glory | B |
| From watching waves below | E |
| To dalliance I give over | B |
| Though half the world may chide | F |
| And clasp my one true Lover | B |
| Here on Macquarie side | F |
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| The loves of earth grow olden | G |
| Or kneel at some new shrine | H |
| Her locks are always golden | G |
| This brave Bush Love of mine | H |
| And for her star lit beauty | B |
| And for her dawns dew pearled | B |
| Her name in love and duty | B |
| I guard against the world | B |
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| They curse her desert places | I |
| How can they understand | B |
| Who know not what her face is | J |
| And never held her handy | B |
| Who may have heard the meeting | K |
| Of boughs the wind has stirred | B |
| Yet missed the whispered greeting | K |
| Our listening hearts have heard | B |
| - | |
| For some have travelled over | B |
| The long miles at her side | B |
| Yet claimed her not as Lover | B |
| Nor thought of her as Bride | B |
| And some have followed after | B |
| Through sun and mist for years | L |
| Nor held the sunshine laughter | B |
| Nor guessed the raindrops tears | M |
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| And if her droughts are bitter | B |
| Her dancing mirage vain | N |
| Are all things gold that glitter | B |
| What pleasure but hath pain | N |
| And since among Love's blisses | M |
| Love's penalties must live | O |
| Shall we not take her kisses | M |
| And taking them forgive | P |
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| The winds of Dawn are roving | K |
| The river oaks astir | B |
| What heart were torn of loving | K |
| That had no I've but her | B |
| Till last red stars are lighted | B |
| And last winds wander West | B |
| Her troth and mine are plighted | B |
| The lover I love best | B |
William Henry Ogilvie
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