The Last Muster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN OOPD FFQN DDRR FFDD FFSA TTAll day we had driven the starving sheep to the scrub where the axes ply | A |
And the weakest had lagged upon weary feet and dropped from the ranks to die | A |
And the crows Hew up from the rotting heaps and the ewes too weak to stand | B |
And the fences Haunted red skins like flags and the dour drought held the land | B |
And at night as I lay a dreaming I woke and a silver moon | C |
Shone fair on a dancing river and laughed to a broad lagoon | C |
And the grass turned over the fences and rippled like ripening grain | D |
And clouds hung low on the hilltops and earth smelt sweet with the rain | D |
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And in at the open window the lowing of cattle came | E |
A mob that had never a laggard and never a beast that was lame | E |
And wethers a thousand thousand and ewes with their lambs beside | F |
Moved over the green flats feeding spread river to ranges wide | F |
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And horses whinnied below me and leaning I watched them pass | G |
Lusty and strong and playful like horses on spring tide grass | G |
When they whinny one to another strong voiced and a gallop brings | H |
Foam to the Hank be it only from paddock to stockyard wings | H |
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Slowly they moved in the moon mist heads low in the cool night dew | I |
Snatching the long bush grasses breast high as they wandered through | I |
Slowly they moved in the moon mist and never a horse on the plains | J |
Was red with the gall of the collar or marked with a chafe of the chains | J |
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And behind them a hundred drovers rode slow on their horses white | K |
All brave with their trappings of silver that Hashed in the silver light | K |
Buckle and stirrup and bridle and spurs for their better speed | L |
Singing behind the cattle like drovers on royal feed | L |
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And I cooeed and one came over that rode on the nearest wing | M |
And I called to him Ho there drover say whose is the mob you bring | M |
Then he reined his horse by the window all silver bitted and shod | N |
And spoke and his words rang sadly These are the cattle of God | N |
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So I said to him Where are they bound for and he raised his hand to the West | O |
They are bound for the star fenced pastures on God's own rivers to rest | O |
And I asked him Where did you muster and he answered me sadly again | P |
From every gully and sandhill from every valley and plain | D |
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From the swamps of the green kapunyah from the reeds at the red creek side | F |
From the thickets of twisted mulga from the clay pans furrowed and dried | F |
From the track to the Western goldfields from the ruts of the Great North Road | Q |
Where the dingoes go and the crows fly low we have gathered the beasts of God | N |
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And I said Then has God repented because that He sent no rain | D |
And has God looked down in His pity on the poor dumb beasts He has slain | D |
But the drover turned in his saddle and answered his eyes in mine | R |
Not so for the beasts were slaughtered by man of his greed's design | R |
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God gave to them feed and water and pastures so wild and wide | F |
They had fed him a thousand million from here to the ocean side | F |
But man in his greed came after and fenced them on hill and plain | D |
And cursed the God in His heaven that would not send them His rain | D |
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And man's be the blame of the bleaching bone and the shame of the rotting hide | F |
And the pity of lorn lambs crying alone on the wind swept mountain side | F |
Of the weak horse down in his harness of the bullock dead by the dray | S |
Of the moan of the thirsty cattle for ever and ever and aye | A |
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And he spoke to his steed and left me moved out on the mist it seemed | T |
And I woke to the red burned acres and knew that I had but dreamed | T |
William Henry Ogilvie
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