William Henry Ogilvie

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The Queen Of Yore Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEEFFGGHH I JJKK LMNNOO EEPPQQ

Slowly she hobbles past the town grown old at heart and grayA
With misty eyes she stumbles down along the well known wayA
She sees her maiden march unrolled by billabong and bendB
And every gum's a comrade old and every oak's a friendB
But gone the smiling faces that welcomed her of yoreC
They crowd her tented places and hold her hand no moreC
And she the friend they once could trust to serve their eager wishD
Shall show no more the golden dust that hides in many a dishD
And through the dismal mullock heaps she threads her mournful wayA
Where here and there some gray beard keeps his windlass watch to dayA
Half flood no more she looses her reins as once of oldE
To wash the busy sluices and whisper through the goldE
She sees no wild eyed steers above stand spear horned on the brinkF
The brumby mobs she used to love come down no more to drinkF
Where green the grasses used to twine above them shoulder deepG
Through the red dust a long slow line crawl in the starving sheepG
She sees no crossing cattle that Western drovers bringH
No swimming steeds that battle to block them when they ringH
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She sees no barricaded roofs no loop holed station wallI
No foaming steed with flying hoofs to bring the word 'Ben Hall '-
She sees no reckless robbers stoop behind their ambush stoneJ
No coach and four no escort troop but very lorn and loneJ
Watches the sunsets redden along the mountain sideK
Where round the spurs of Weddin the wraiths of Weddin rideK
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Tho' fettered with her earthen bars and chained with bridge and weirL
She goes her own way with the stars she knows the course to steerM
And when her thousand rocky rills foam angry to her feetN
Rain heavy from the Cowra hills she takes her vengeance sweetN
And leaps with roar of thunder and buries bridge and fordO
That all the world may wonder when the Lachlan bares her swordO
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Gray River let me take your hand for all your memories oldE
Your cattle kings your outlaw band your wealth of virgin goldE
For once you held and hold it now the sceptre of a queenP
And still upon your furrowed brow the royal wreaths are greenP
Hold wide your arms the waters Lay bare your silver breastQ
To nurse the sons and daughters that spread your empire westQ

William Henry Ogilvie



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