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The Trapper's Christmas Eve Analysis

Author: poem of Robert Service Type: poem Views: 4

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It's mighty lonesome-like and drear.

Above the Wild the moon rides high,

And shows up sharp and needle-clear

The emptiness of earth and sky;

No happy homes with love a-glow;

No Santa Claus to make believe:

Just snow and snow, and then more snow;

It's Christmas Eve, it's Christmas Eve.

And here am I where all things end,

And Undesirables are hurled;

A poor old man without a friend,

Forgot and dead to all the world;

Clean out of sight and out of mind . . .

Well, maybe it is better so;

We all in life our level find,

And mine, I guess, is pretty low.

Yet as I sit with pipe alight

Beside the cabin-fir

take to-night

The backward trail of fifty year.

The school-house and the Christmas tree;

The children with their cheeks a-glow;

Two bright blue eyes that smile on me . . .

Just half a century ago.

Again (it's maybe forty years),

With faith and trust almost divine,

These same blue eyes, abrim with tears,

Through depths of love look into mine.

A parting, tender, soft and low,

With arms that cling and lips that cleave . . .

Ah me! it's all so long ago,

Yet seems so sweet this Christmas Eve.

Just thirty years ago, again . . .

We say a bitter, last good-bye;

Our lips are white with wrath and pain;

Our little children cling and cry.

Whose was the fault? it matters not,

For man and woman both deceive;

It's buried now and all forgot,

Forgiven, too, this Christmas Eve.

And she (God pity me) is dead;

Our children men and women grown.

I like to think that they are wed,

With little children of their own,

That crowd around their Christmas tree . . .

I would not ever have them grieve,

Or shed a single tear for me,

To mar their joy this Christmas Eve.

Stripped to the buff and gaunt and still

Lies all the land in grim distress.

Like lost soul wailing, long and shrill,

A wolf-howl cleaves the emptiness.

Then hushed as Death is everything.

The moon rides haggard and forlorn . . .

"O hark the herald angels sing!"

God bless all men -- it's Christmas morn.


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