His Answer To “her Letter” Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Reported By Truthful JamesA
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Being asked by an intimate partyB
Which the same I would term as a friendC
Though his health it were vain to call heartyB
Since the mind to deceit it might lendC
For his arm it was broken quite recentD
And there's something gone wrong with his lungE
Which is why it is proper and decentD
I should write what he runs off his tongueE
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First he says Miss he's read through your letterF
To the end and the end came too soonG
That a slight illness kept him your debtorF
Which for weeks he was wild as a loonG
That his spirits are buoyant as yours isH
That with you Miss he challenges FateI
Which the language that invalid usesJ
At times it were vain to relateI
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And he says that the mountains are fairerF
For once being held in your thoughtK
That each rock holds a wealth that is rarerF
Than ever by gold seeker soughtK
Which are words he would put in these pagesJ
By a party not given to guileL
Though the claim not at date paying wagesJ
Might produce in the sinful a smileL
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He remembers the ball at the FerryB
And the ride and the gate and the vowM
And the rose that you gave him that veryB
Same rose he is treasuring nowM
Which his blanket he's kicked on his trunk MissN
And insists on his legs being freeB
And his language to me from his bunk MissN
Is frequent and painful and freeB
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He hopes you are wearing no willowsO
But are happy and gay all the whileL
That he knows which this dodging of pillowsO
Imparts but small ease to the styleL
And the same you will pardon he knows MissN
That though parted by many a mileL
Yet were HE lying under the snows MissN
They'd melt into tears at your smileL
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And you'll still think of him in your pleasuresP
In your brief twilight dreams of the pastQ
In this green laurel spray that he treasuresP
It was plucked where your parting was lastQ
In this specimen but a small trifleR
It will do for a pin for your shawlS
Which the truth not to wickedly stifleR
Was his last week's clean up and HIS ALLS
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He's asleep which the same might seem strange MissN
Were it not that I scorn to denyT
That I raised his last dose for a change MissN
In view that his fever was highT
But he lies there quite peaceful and pensiveU
And now my respects Miss to youV
Which my language although comprehensiveU
Might seem to be freedom is trueV
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For I have a small favor to ask youV
As concerns a bull pup and the sameW
If the duty would not overtask youV
You would please to procure for me GAMEW
And send per express to the Flat MissN
For they say York is famed for the breedX
Which though words of deceit may be that MissN
I'll trust to your taste Miss indeedX
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P S Which this same interferingY
Into other folks' way I despiseZ
Yet if it so be I was hearingY
That it's just empty pockets as liesZ
Betwixt you and Joseph it follersZ
That having no family claimsZ
Here's my pile which it's six hundred dollarsZ
As is YOURS with respectsZ
TRUTHFUL JAMESZ

Bret Harte



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