Thoughts Of Christmas-day In India Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE CGCG HIJI KLJD JMJM NODP QCCC JRSR JJTJ UJUJ UTJT DDJV JJTJ DWJW XYJY JDTV

IT is Christmas and the sunshineA
Lies golden on the fieldsB
And flowers of white and purpleC
Yonder fragrant creeper yieldsB
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Like the plumes of some bold warriorD
The cocoa tree on highE
Lifts aloft its feathery branchesF
Amid the deep blue skyE
-
From yonder shadowy peepulC
The pale fair lilac doveG
Like music from a templeC
Sings a song of grief and loveG
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The earth is bright with blossomsH
And a thousand jewelled wingsI
Mid the green boughs of the tamarindJ
A sudden sunshine flingsI
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For the East is earth's first bornK
And hath a glorious dowerL
As Nature there had lavishedJ
Her beauty and her powerD
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And yet I pine for EnglandJ
For my own my distant homeM
My heart is in that islandJ
Where'er my steps may roamM
-
It is merry there at ChristmasN
We have no Christmas hereO
'Tis a weary thing a summerD
That lasts throughout the yearP
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I remember how the bannersQ
Hung round our ancient hallC
Bound with wreaths of shining hollyC
Brave winter's coronalC
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And above each rusty helmetJ
Waved a new and cheering plumeR
A branch of crimson berriesS
And the latest rose in bloomR
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And the white and pearly misletoeJ
Hung half concealed o'er headJ
I remember one sweet maidenT
Whose cheek it dyed with redJ
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The morning waked with carolsU
A young and joyous bandJ
Of small and rosy songstersU
Came tripping hand in handJ
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And sang beneath our windowsU
Just as the round red sunT
Began to melt the hoar frostJ
And the clear cold day begunT
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And at night the aged harperD
Played his old tunes o'er and o'erD
From sixteen up to sixtyJ
All were dancing on that floorV
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Those were the days of childhoodJ
The buoyant and the brightJ
When hope was life's sweet sovereignT
And the heart and step were lightJ
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I shall come again a strangerD
To all that once I knewW
For the hurried steps of manhoodJ
From life's flowers have dash'd the dewW
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I yet may ask their welcomeX
And return from whence I cameY
But a change is wrought within meJ
They will not seem the sameY
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For my spirits are grown wearyJ
And my days of youth are o'erD
And the mirth of that glad seasonT
Is what I can feel no moreV

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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