Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGGHH FIFIJBFBKKHH LMNOFPQPFFRH| WITH garlands to grace it with laughter to greet it | A |
| Christmas is here holly red and snow white | B |
| Hung round with quaint legends and old as life stories | C |
| Of mystical beauty and lifelong delight | B |
| With dreams of the Christ child with Santa Claus fables | D |
| Without doubts to trouble or questions to break | E |
| The absolute faith in the triumph of goodness | F |
| In God and in nature on guard for its sake | E |
| Without fear of death with no memories of grief | G |
| Believing life clear as our cloudless belief | G |
| What wonder if rose coloured Christmas appear | H |
| As the happiest day of our happy child year | H |
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| With the swiftness of thought with the spring's incompleteness | F |
| Childhood has passed and its place is filled up | I |
| Hope suns our youth into midsummer sweetness | F |
| And the roses of love wreathe our life's golden cup | I |
| We shall do we shall dare and our faith has no limit | J |
| Wrong must go down 'neath the sword of the right | B |
| And life is so joyous and may be so glorious | F |
| And day looks so long and so distant the night | B |
| We love there are chances and if we should meet | K |
| The woman who holds all our heart at her feet | K |
| At Christmas would that not make Christmas more dear | H |
| Than all other days of our love lightened year | H |
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| With the sadness of tears with the speed of the swallow | L |
| Youth has gone by and its hope and its faith | M |
| Love has grown into grief and remembrance is anguish | N |
| And down the dim years sound the footsteps of death | O |
| There sit at our feast for we still hold our revels | F |
| The phantom of hope and the spectre of truth | P |
| This life we believed in how has it rewarded | Q |
| The passionate faith of our long ago youth | P |
| Our hearth is deserted our Christmas Day seems | F |
| But the ghost of a day from a lifetime of dreams | F |
| Oh lost voices that call us we hear you we hear | R |
| Oh most desolate day of our desolate year | H |
Edith Nesbit
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