Christmas In War-time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBDEECBFBGHIHIJF KLILIKJMNMOMMPQ MMMMMMMMMMMMMRSMGTTM MMM UVWVWXMMMIIMEEMIJM Y

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This is the year that has no Christmas DayB
Even the little children must be toldC
That something sad is happening far awayB
Or if you needs must playB
As children mustD
Play softly children underneath your breathE
For over our hearts hangs low the shadow of deathE
Those hearts to you mysteriously oldC
Grim grown up hearts that ponder night and dayB
On the straight lists of broken hearted deadF
Black narrow lists no tears can wash awayB
Reading in which one cries out here and hereG
And falls into a dream upon a nameH
Be happy softly children for a woeI
Is on us a great woe for little fameH
Ah in the old woods leave the mistletoeI
And leave the holly for another yearJ
Its berries are too redF
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And lovers like to children will not youK
Cease for a little from your kissing mirthL
Thinking of other lovers that must goI
Kissed back with fire into the bosom of earthL
Ah in the old woods leave the mistletoeI
Be happy softly lovers for you tooK
Shall be as sad as they another yearJ
And then for you the holly be berries of bloodM
And mistletoe strange berries of bitter tearsN
Ah lovers leave you your beatitudeM
Give your sad eyes and earsO
To the far griefs of neighbour and of friendM
To the great loves that find a little endM
Long loves that in a sudden puff of fireP
With a wild thought expireQ
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And you ye merchants you that eat and cheatM
Gold seeking hucksters in a noble landM
Think when you lift the wine up in your handM
Of a fierce vintage tragically redM
Red wine of the hearts of English soldiers deadM
Who ran to a wild death with laughing feetM
That we may sleep and drink and eat and cheatM
Ah you brave few that fight for all the restM
And die with smiling faces strangely blestM
Because you die for England O to doM
Something again for youM
In this great deed to have some little partM
To send so great a message from the heartM
Of England that one man shall be as tenR
Hearing how England loves her EnglishmenS
Ah think you that a single gun is firedM
We do not hear in England Ah we hearG
And mothers go with proud unhappy eyesT
That say It is for England that he diesT
England that does the cruel work of GodM
And gives her well beloved to save the worldM
For this is death like to a woman desiredM
For this the wine press trodM
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And you in churches praying this Christmas mornU
Pray as you never prayed that this may beV
The little war that brought the great world peaceW
Undazzled with its glorious infamyV
O pray with all your hearts that war may ceaseW
And who knows but that God may hear the prayerX
So it may come about next Christmas DayM
That we shall hear the happy children playM
Gladly aloud unmindful of the deadM
And watch the lovers goI
To the old woods to find the mistletoeI
But this year children if you needs must playM
Play very softly underneath your breathE
Be happy softly lovers for great DeathE
Makes England holy with sorrow this Christmas DayM
Yes in the old woods leave the mistletoeI
And leave the holly for another yearJ
Its berries are too redM
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Christmas Written during the Boer WarY

Richard Le Gallienne



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