Noey Bixler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHHIIJJHBKKLLMM H HHNNOOPPQQIIRRSST IIUVMM NNWWXX MYYZA2B2B2HHH C2C2HHD2D2GGE2E2F2G2 H2H2 KKIII2I2HHHHXXZJ2H K2K2 L2 M2M2HHHHJJHH N2O2O2N2N2P2P2Q2Q2CC HHH2H2HHR2R2 HHEES2S2UUT2T2U2U2HH V2V2W2W2X2X2 TTHHY2Y2FFZ2Z2H2H2| Another hero of those youthful years | A |
| Returns as Noey Bixler's name appears | A |
| And Noey if in any special way | B |
| Was notably good natured Work or play | B |
| He entered into with selfsame delight | C |
| A wholesome interest that made him quite | C |
| As many friends among the old as young | D |
| So everywhere were Noey's praises sung | D |
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| And he was awkward fat and overgrown | E |
| With a round full moon face that fairly shone | E |
| As though to meet the simile's demand | F |
| And cumbrous though he seemed both eye and hand | F |
| Were dowered with the discernment and deft skill | G |
| Of the true artisan He shaped at will | G |
| In his old father's shop on rainy days | H |
| Little toy wagons and curved runner sleighs | H |
| The trimmest bows and arrows fashioned too | I |
| Of 'seasoned timber ' such as Noey knew | I |
| How to select prepare and then complete | J |
| And call his little friends in from the street | J |
| 'The very best bow ' Noey used to say | H |
| 'Haint made o' ash ner hick'ry thataway | B |
| But you git mulberry the bearin ' tree | K |
| Now mind ye and you fetch the piece to me | K |
| And lem me git it seasoned then i gum | L |
| I'll make a bow 'at you kin brag on some | L |
| Er ef you can't git mulberry you bring | M |
| Me a' old locus ' hitch post and i jing | M |
| I'll make a bow o' that 'at common bows | H |
| Won't dast to pick on ner turn up their nose ' | - |
| And Noey knew the woods and all the trees | H |
| And thickets plants and myriad mysteries | H |
| Of swamp and bottom land And he knew where | N |
| The ground hog hid and why located there | N |
| He knew all animals that burrowed swam | O |
| Or lived in tree tops And by race and dam | O |
| He knew the choicest safest deeps wherein | P |
| Fish traps might flourish nor provoke the sin | P |
| Of theft in some chance peeking prying sneak | Q |
| Or town boy prowling up and down the creek | Q |
| All four pawed creatures tamable he knew | I |
| Their outer and their inner natures too | I |
| While they in turn were drawn to him as by | R |
| Some subtle recognition of a tie | R |
| Of love as true as truth from end to end | S |
| Between themselves and this strange human friend | S |
| The same with birds he knew them every one | T |
| And he could 'name them too without a gun ' | - |
| No wonder Johnty loved him even to | I |
| The verge of worship Noey led him through | I |
| The art of trapping redbirds yes and taught | U |
| Him how to keep them when he had them caught | V |
| What food they needed and just where to swing | M |
| The cage if he expected them to sing | M |
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| And Bud loved Noey for the little pair | N |
| Of stilts he made him or the stout old hair | N |
| Trunk Noey put on wheels and laid a track | W |
| Of scantling railroad for it in the back | W |
| Part of the barn lot or the cross bow made | X |
| Just like a gun which deadly weapon laid | X |
| Against his shoulder as he aimed and ' Sping ' | - |
| He'd hear the rusty old nail zoon and sing | M |
| And zip your Mr Bluejay's wing would drop | Y |
| A farewell feather from the old tree top | Y |
| And Maymie loved him for the very small | Z |
| But perfect carriage for her favorite doll | A2 |
| A lady's carriage not a baby cab | B2 |
| But oilcloth top and two seats lined with drab | B2 |
| And trimmed with white lace paper from a case | H |
| Of shaving soap his uncle bought some place | H |
| At auction once | H |
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| And Alex loved him yet | C2 |
| The best when Noey brought him for a pet | C2 |
| A little flying squirrel with great eyes | H |
| Big as a child's And childlike otherwise | H |
| It was at first a timid tremulous coy | D2 |
| Retiring little thing that dodged the boy | D2 |
| And tried to keep in Noey's pocket till | G |
| In time responsive to his patient will | G |
| It became wholly docile and content | E2 |
| With its new master as he came and went | E2 |
| The squirrel clinging flatly to his breast | F2 |
| Or sometimes scampering its craziest | G2 |
| Around his body spirally and then | H2 |
| Down to his very heels and up again | H2 |
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| And Little Lizzie loved him as a bee | K |
| Loves a great ripe red apple utterly | K |
| For Noey's ruddy morning face she drew | I |
| The window blind and tapped the window too | I |
| Afar she hailed his coming as she heard | I2 |
| His tuneless whistling sweet as any bird | I2 |
| It seemed to her the one lame bar or so | H |
| Of old 'Wait for the Wagon' hoarse and low | H |
| The sound was so that all about the place | H |
| Folks joked and said that Noey 'whistled bass' | H |
| The light remark originally made | X |
| By Cousin Rufus who knew notes and played | X |
| The flute with nimble skill and taste as wall | Z |
| And critical as he was musical | J2 |
| Regarded Noey's constant whistling thus | H |
| 'Phenominally unmelodious ' | - |
| Likewise when Uncle Mart who shared the love | K2 |
| Of jest with Cousin Rufus hand in glove | K2 |
| Said 'Noey couldn't whistle ' Bonny Doon ' | - |
| Even and he'd bet couldn't carry a tune | L2 |
| If it had handles to it ' | - |
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| But forgive | M2 |
| The deviations here so fugitive | M2 |
| And turn again to Little Lizzie whose | H |
| High estimate of Noey we shall choose | H |
| Above all others And to her he was | H |
| Particularly lovable because | H |
| He laid the woodland's harvest at her feet | J |
| He brought her wild strawberries honey sweet | J |
| And dewy cool in mats of greenest moss | H |
| And leaves all woven over and across | H |
| With tender biting 'tongue grass ' and 'sheep sour ' | - |
| And twin leaved beach mast prankt with bud and flower | N2 |
| Of every gypsy blossom of the wild | O2 |
| Dark tangled forest dear to any child | O2 |
| All these in season Nor could barren drear | N2 |
| White and stark featured Winter interfere | N2 |
| With Noey's rare resources Still the same | P2 |
| He blithely whistled through the snow and came | P2 |
| Beneath the window with a Fairy sled | Q2 |
| And Little Lizzie bundled heels and head | Q2 |
| He took on such excursions of delight | C |
| As even 'Old Santy' with his reindeer might | C |
| Have envied her And later when the snow | H |
| Was softening toward Springtime and the glow | H |
| Of steady sunshine smote upon it then | H2 |
| Came the magician Noey yet again | H2 |
| While all the children were away a day | H |
| Or two at Grandma's and behold when they | H |
| Got home once more there towering taller than | R2 |
| The doorway stood a mighty old Snow Man | R2 |
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| A thing of peerless art a masterpiece | H |
| Doubtless unmatched by even classic Greece | H |
| In heyday of Praxiteles Alone | E |
| It loomed in lordly grandeur all its own | E |
| And steadfast too for weeks and weeks it stood | S2 |
| The admiration of the neighborhood | S2 |
| As well as of the children Noey sought | U |
| Only to honor in the work he wrought | U |
| The traveler paid it tribute as he passed | T2 |
| Along the highway paused and turning cast | T2 |
| A lingering last look as though to take | U2 |
| A vivid print of it for memory's sake | U2 |
| To lighten all the empty aching miles | H |
| Beyond with brighter fancies hopes and smiles | H |
| The cynic put aside his biting wit | V2 |
| And tacitly declared in praise of it | V2 |
| And even the apprentice poet of the town | W2 |
| Rose to impassioned heights and then sat down | W2 |
| And penned a panegyric scroll of rhyme | X2 |
| That made the Snow Man famous for all time | X2 |
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| And though as now the ever warmer sun | T |
| Of summer had so melted and undone | T |
| The perishable figure that alas | H |
| Not even in dwindled white against the grass | H |
| Was left its latest and minutest ghost | Y2 |
| The children yet materially almost | Y2 |
| Beheld it circled 'round it hand in hand | F |
| Or rather 'round the place it used to stand | F |
| With 'Ring a round a rosy Bottle full | Z2 |
| O' posey ' and with shriek and laugh would pull | Z2 |
| From seeming contact with it just as when | H2 |
| It was the real est of old Snow Men | H2 |
James Whitcomb Riley
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