Christmas Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DE DE AFAF DGDG HIHI JKLK JMJM ANAN AOAO

Friend old friend in the Manse by the fireside sittingA
Hour by hour while the grey ash drips from the logB
You with a book on your knee your wife with her knittingA
Silent both and between you silent the dogB
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Silent here in the south sit I and leaningA
One sits watching the fire with chin upon handC
Gazes deep in its heart but ah its meaningA
Rather I read in the shadows and understandC
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Dear kind she is and daily dearer kinderD
Love shuts the door on the lamp and our two selvesE
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Not my stirring awakened the flame that behind herD
Lit up a face in the leathern dusk of the shelvesE
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Veterans are my books with tarnished gildingA
Yet there is one gives back to the winter grateF
Gold of a sunset flooding a college buildingA
Gold of an hour I waited as now I waitF
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For a light step on the stair a girl's low laughterD
Rustle of silk shy knuckles tapping the oakG
Dinner and mirth upsetting my rooms and afterD
Music waltz upon waltz till the June day brokeG
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Where is her laughter now Old tarnished coversH
You that reflect her with fresh young face unchangedI
Tell that we met that we parted not as loversH
Time chance brought us together and these estrangedI
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Loyal were we to the mood of the moment grantedJ
Bruised not its bloom but danced on the wave of its joyK
Passion wisdom fell back like a fence enchantedL
Ringing a floor for us both whole Heaven for the boyK
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Where is she now Regretted not though departedJ
Blessings attend and follow her all her daysM
Look to your hound he dreams of the hares he startedJ
Whines and awakes and stretches his limbs to the blazeM
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Far old friend in the Manse by the green ash peelingA
Flake by flake from the heat in the Yule log's coreN
Look past the woman you love On wall and ceilingA
Climbs not a trellis of roses and ghosts of yoreN
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Thoughts thoughts Whistle them back like hounds returningA
Mark how her needles pause at a sound upstairsO
Time for bed and to leave the log's heart burningA
Give ye good night but first thank God in your prayersO

Sir Arthur Quiller-couch



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