The Call Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DBCB EBCB FBCB GBCB ABHB| Is it the wind that stirs the trees | A |
| Is it the trees that scratch the wall | B |
| Is it the wall that shakes and mutters | C |
| Is it a dumb ghost's call | B |
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| The wind steals in and twirls the candle | D |
| The branches heave and brush the wall | B |
| But more than tree or wild wind mutters | C |
| This night this night of all | B |
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| Open a cry sounds and I gasp | E |
| Open and hands beat door and wall | B |
| Open and each dark echo mutters | C |
| I rise a shape and shadow tall | B |
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| Open Across the room I falter | F |
| And near the door crouch by the wall | B |
| Thrice bolt the door as the voice mutters | C |
| Open and frail strokes fall | B |
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| Open The light's out and I shrink | G |
| Quaking and blind against the wall | B |
| Open no sound is yet it mutters | C |
| Within me now this night of all | B |
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| Was it the wind that stirred the trees | A |
| Was it the trees that scratched the wall | B |
| Was it the wall that shook and muttered | H |
| Or Love's last ghostly call | B |
John Frederick Freeman
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