Christmas In India Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEF GHGHEIDI JKJLGMNNM OPOPNNON JCJCDNON| Dim dawn behind the tamerisks the sky is saffron yellow | A |
| As the women in the village grind the corn | B |
| And the parrots seek the riverside each calling to his fellow | A |
| That the Day the staring Easter Day is born | B |
| Oh the white dust on the highway Oh the stenches in the byway | C |
| Oh the clammy fog that hovers | D |
| And at Home they're making merry 'neath the white and scarlet berry | E |
| What part have India's exiles in their mirth | F |
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| Full day begind the tamarisks the sky is blue and staring | G |
| As the cattle crawl afield beneath the yoke | H |
| And they bear One o'er the field path who is past all hope or caring | G |
| To the ghat below the curling wreaths of smoke | H |
| Call on Rama going slowly as ye bear a brother lowly | E |
| Call on Rama he may hear perhaps your voice | I |
| With our hymn books and our psalters we appeal to other altars | D |
| And to day we bid good Christian men rejoice | I |
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| High noon behind the tamarisks the sun is hot above us | J |
| As at Home the Christmas Day is breaking wan | K |
| They will drink our healths at dinner those who tell us how they love us | J |
| And forget us till another year be gone | L |
| Oh the toil that knows no breaking Oh the Heimweh ceaseless aching | G |
| Oh the black dividing Sea and alien Plain | M |
| Youth was cheap wherefore we sold it | N |
| Gold was good we hoped to hold it | N |
| And to day we know the fulness of our gain | M |
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| Grey dusk behind the tamarisks the parrots fly together | O |
| As the sun is sinking slowly over Home | P |
| And his last ray seems to mock us shackled in a lifelong tether | O |
| That drags us back how'er so far we roam | P |
| Hard her service poor her payment she is ancient tattered raiment | N |
| India she the grim Stepmother of our kind | N |
| If a year of life be lent her if her temple's shrine we enter | O |
| The door is hut we may not look behind | N |
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| Black night behind the tamarisks the owls begin their chorus | J |
| As the conches from the temple scream and bray | C |
| With the fruitless years behind us and the hopeless years before us | J |
| Let us honor O my brother Christmas Day | C |
| Call a truce then to our labors let us feast with friends and neighbors | D |
| And be merry as the custom of our caste | N |
| For if faint and forced the laughter and if sadness follow after | O |
| We are richer by one mocking Christmas past | N |
Rudyard Kipling
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