97: The Fast Mail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH FF II JJ FF JJ KK FF LL MM| Where the rails converge to the station yard | A |
| She stands one moment breathing hard | A |
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| And then with a snort and a clang of steel | B |
| She settles her strength to the stubborn wheel | B |
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| And out through the tracks that lead astray | C |
| Cautiously slowly she picks her way | C |
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| And gathers her muscle and guards her nerve | D |
| When she swings her nose to the westward curve | D |
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| And takes the grade which slopes to the sky | E |
| With a bound of speed and a conquering cry | E |
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| The hazy horizon is all she sees | F |
| Nor cares for the meadows stirred with bees | F |
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| Nor the long straight stretches of silent land | G |
| Nor the ploughman that shades his eye with his hand | G |
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| Nor the cots and hamlets that know no more | H |
| Than a shriek and a flash and a flying roar | H |
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| But bearing her tidings she trembles and throbs | F |
| And laughs in her throat and quivers and sobs | F |
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| And the fire in her heart is a red core of heat | I |
| That drives like a passion through forest and street | I |
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| Till she sees the ships in their harbor at rest | J |
| And sniffs at the trail to the end of her quest | J |
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| If I were the driver who handles her reins | F |
| Up hill and down hill and over the plains | F |
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| To watch the slow mountains give back in the west | J |
| To know the new reaches that wait every crest | J |
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| To hold when she swerves with a confident clutch | K |
| And feel how she shivers and springs to the touch | K |
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| With the snow on her back and the sun in her face | F |
| And nothing but time as a quarry to chase | F |
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| I should grip hard my teeth and look where she led | L |
| And brace myself stooping and give her her head | L |
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| And urge her and soothe her and serve all her need | M |
| And exult in the thunder and thrill of her speed | M |
John Charles Mcneill
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