The Trapper's Christmas Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGCGC HAHAACAC IJKJCDCD LBMBNDND OPOPADAD QRQSTUTU| It's mighty lonesome like and drear | A |
| Above the Wild the moon rides high | B |
| And shows up sharp and needle clear | A |
| The emptiness of earth and sky | B |
| No happy homes with love a glow | C |
| No Santa Claus to make believe | D |
| Just snow and snow and then more snow | C |
| It's Christmas Eve it's Christmas Eve | D |
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| And here am I where all things end | E |
| And Undesirables are hurled | F |
| A poor old man without a friend | E |
| Forgot and dead to all the world | F |
| Clean out of sight and out of mind | G |
| Well maybe it is better so | C |
| We all in life our level find | G |
| And mine I guess is pretty low | C |
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| Yet as I sit with pipe alight | H |
| Beside the cabin fir | A |
| take to night | H |
| The backward trail of fifty year | A |
| The school house and the Christmas tree | A |
| The children with their cheeks a glow | C |
| Two bright blue eyes that smile on me | A |
| Just half a century ago | C |
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| Again it's maybe forty years | I |
| With faith and trust almost divine | J |
| These same blue eyes abrim with tears | K |
| Through depths of love look into mine | J |
| A parting tender soft and low | C |
| With arms that cling and lips that cleave | D |
| Ah me it's all so long ago | C |
| Yet seems so sweet this Christmas Eve | D |
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| Just thirty years ago again | L |
| We say a bitter last good bye | B |
| Our lips are white with wrath and pain | M |
| Our little children cling and cry | B |
| Whose was the fault it matters not | N |
| For man and woman both deceive | D |
| It's buried now and all forgot | N |
| Forgiven too this Christmas Eve | D |
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| And she God pity me is dead | O |
| Our children men and women grown | P |
| I like to think that they are wed | O |
| With little children of their own | P |
| That crowd around their Christmas tree | A |
| I would not ever have them grieve | D |
| Or shed a single tear for me | A |
| To mar their joy this Christmas Eve | D |
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| Stripped to the buff and gaunt and still | Q |
| Lies all the land in grim distress | R |
| Like lost soul wailing long and shrill | Q |
| A wolf howl cleaves the emptiness | S |
| Then hushed as Death is everything | T |
| The moon rides haggard and forlorn | U |
| O hark the herald angels sing | T |
| God bless all men it's Christmas morn | U |
Robert Service
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