Christmas At Indian Point Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH GG G BJJ GEJ GGF KBBB IGFG DL L GMG N BO BGG PGJ GQJQ RSBS B G T B F

Who is that calling through the nightA
A wail that dies when the wind roarsB
We heard it first on Shipley's HillC
It faded out at Comingoer'sB
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Along five miles of wintry roadD
A horseman galloped with a cryE
'Twas two o'clock said Herman PointerF
When I heard clattering hoofs go byE
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I flung the winder up to listenG
I heerd him there on Gordon's RidgeH
I heerd the loose boards bump and rattleI
When he went over Houghton's BridgeH
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Said Roger Ragsdale I was doctorin'G
A heifer in the barn and thenG
My boy says 'Pap that's Billy Paris '-
'There ' says my boy it is againG
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Says I 'That kain't be Billy ParisB
We seed 'im at the Christmas treeJ
It's two o'clock ' says I 'and BillyJ
I seed go home with Emily '-
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'He is too old for galavantin'G
Upon a night like this ' says IE
'Well pap ' says he 'I know that frostyJ
Good natured huskiness in that cry '-
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'It kain't be Billy ' says I swabbin'G
The heifer's tongue and mouth with brineG
'I never thought it makes me shiverF
And goose flesh up and down the spine '-
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Said Doggie Traylor When I heard itK
I 'lowed 'twas Pin Hook's rowdy new 'unsB
Them Cashner boys was at the schoolhouseB
Drinkin' there at the Christmas doin'sB
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Said Pete McCue I lit a candleI
And held it up to the winder paneG
But when I heerd again the hollerF
'Twere half way down the Bowman LaneG
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Said Andy Ensley First I knowedD
I thought he'd thump the door awayL
I hopped from bed and says 'Who is it '-
'O Emily ' I heard him sayL
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And there stood Billy Paris tremblin'G
His face so white he looked so queerM
'O Andy' and his voice went brokenG
'Come in ' says I 'and have a cheer '-
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'Sit by the fire ' I kicked the logs upN
'What brings you here I would be told '-
Says he 'My hand just happened near hersB
It teched her hand and it war coldO
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'We got back from the Christmas doin'sB
And went to bed and she was sayin'G
The clock struck ten if it keeps snowin'G
To morrow there'll be splendid sleighin' '-
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'My hand teched hers the clock struck twoP
And then I thought I heerd her moanG
It war the wind I guess for EmilyJ
War lyin' dead She's thar alone '-
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I left him then to call my womanG
To tell her that her mother diedQ
When we come back his voice was steadyJ
The big tears in his eyes was driedQ
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He just sot there and quiet likeR
Talked 'bout the fishin' times they hadS
And said for her to die on ChristmasB
Was somethin' 'bout it made him gladS
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He grew so cam he almost skeered usB
Says he 'It's a fine Christmas over there '-
Says he 'She was the lovingest womanG
That ever walked this Vale of Care '-
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Says he 'She allus laughed and sangT
I never heerd her once complain '-
Says he It's not so bad a ChristmasB
When she can go and have no pain '-
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Says he 'The Christmas's good for her '-
Says he 'Not very good for me '-
He hid his face then in his mufflerF
And sobbed and sobbed 'O Emily '-

Edgar Lee Masters



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