The Station-master Of Lone Prairie Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 13 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

An empty bench a sky of grayest etching	A
A bare bleak shed in blackest silhouette	B
Twelve years of platform and before them stretching	A
Twelve miles of prairie glimmering through the wet	B
	-
North south east west the same dull gray persistence	C
The tattered vapors of a vanished train	D
The narrowing rails that meet to pierce the distance	C
Or break the columns of the far off rain	D
	-
Naught but myself nor form nor figure breaking	A
The long hushed level and stark shining waste	E
Nothing that moves to fill the vision aching	A
When the last shadow fled in sullen haste	E
	-
Nothing beyond Ah yes From out the station	F
A stiff gaunt figure thrown against the sky	G
Beckoning me with some wooden salutation	F
Caught from his signals as the train flashed by	G
	-
Yielding me place beside him with dumb gesture	H
Born of that reticence of sky and air	I
We sit apart yet wrapped in that one vesture	I
Of silence sadness and unspoken care	I
	-
Each following his own thought around us darkening	A
The rain washed boundaries and stretching track	J
Each following those dim parallels and hearkening	J
For long lost voices that will not come back	J
	-
Until unasked I knew not why or wherefore	I
He yielded bit by bit his dreary past	K
Like gathered clouds that seemed to thicken there for	I
Some dull down dropping of their care at last	K
	-
Long had he lived there As a boy had started	L
From the stacked corn the Indian's painted face	M
Heard the wolves' howl the wearying waste that parted	L
His father's hut from the last camping place	M
	-
Nature had mocked him thrice had claimed the reaping	J
With scythe of fire of lands she once had sown	F
Sent the tornado round his hearthstone heaping	J
Rafters dead faces that were like his own	F
	-
Then came the War Time When its shadow beckoned	N
He had walked dumbly where the flag had led	O
Through swamp and fen unknown unpraised unreckoned	O
To famine fever and a prison bed	O
	-
Till the storm passed and the slow tide returning	J
Cast him a wreck beneath his native sky	J
Here at his watch gave him the chance of earning	J
Scant means to live who won the right to die	J
	-
All this I heard or seemed to hear half blending	J
With the low murmur of the coming breeze	P
The call of some lost bird and the unending	J
And tireless sobbing of those grassy seas	P
	-
Until at last the spell of desolation	F
Broke with a trembling star and far off cry	J
The coming train I glanced around the station	F
All was as empty as the upper sky	J
	-
Naught but myself nor form nor figure waking	J
The long hushed level and stark shining waste	O
Naught but myself that cry and the dull shaking	J
Of wheel and axle stopped in breathless haste	O
	-
Now then look sharp Eh what The Station Master	I
Thar's none We stopped here of our own accord	O
The man got killed in that down train disaster	I
This time last evening Right there All aboard	O

Bret Harte (francis)

The Station-master Of Lone Prairie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Station-master Of Lone Prairie

Write your comment about The Station-master Of Lone Prairie poem by Bret Harte (francis)

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets