Sir Galahad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGF HIHIJKJKLMNM OPOPQNQNRSTS TUTUVWVWXTTT YZYZTWTWVTTT A2B2A2C2TTTTD2NTN CTE2TXB2X F2WQW

MY good blade carves the casques of menA
My tough lance thrusteth sureB
My strength is as the strength of tenA
Because my heart is pureB
The shattering trumpet shrilleth highC
The hard brands shiver on the steelD
The splinter'd spear shafts crack and flyC
The horse and rider reelD
They reel they roll in clanging listsE
And when the tide of combat standsF
Perfume and flowers fall in showersG
That lightly rain from ladies' handsF
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How sweet are looks that ladies bendH
On whom their favours fallI
For them I battle till the endH
To save from shame and thrallI
But all my heart is drawn aboveJ
My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrineK
I never felt the kiss of loveJ
Nor maiden's hand in mineK
More bounteous aspects on me beamL
Me mightier transports move and thrillM
So keep I fair thro' faith and prayerN
A virgin heart in work and willM
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When down the stormy crescent goesO
A light before me swimsP
Between dark stems the forest glowsO
I hear a noise of hymnsP
Then by some secret shrine I rideQ
I hear a voice but none are thereN
The stalls are void the doors are wideQ
The tapers burning fairN
Fair gleams the snowy altar clothR
The silver vessels sparkle cleanS
The shrill bell rings the censer swingsT
And solemn chaunts resound betweenS
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Sometimes on lonely mountain meresT
I find a magic barkU
I leap on board no helmsman steersT
I float till all is darkU
A gentle sound an awful lightV
Three arngels bear the holy GrailW
With folded feet in stoles of whiteV
On sleeping wings they sailW
Ah blessed vision blood of GodX
My spirit beats her mortal barsT
As down dark tides the glory slidesT
And star like mingles with the starsT
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When on my goodly charger borneY
Thro' dreaming towns I goZ
The cock crows ere the Christmas mornY
The streets are dumb with snowZ
The tempest crackles on the leadsT
And ringing springs from brand and mailW
But o'er the dark a glory spreadsT
And gilds the driving hailW
I leave the plain I climb the heightV
No branchy thicket shelter yieldsT
But blessed forms in whistling stormsT
Fly o'er waste fens and windy fieldsT
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A maiden knight to me is givenA2
Such hope I know not fearB2
I yearn to breathe the airs of heavenA2
That often meet me hereC2
I muse on joy that will not ceaseT
Pure spaces clothed in living beamsT
Pure lilies of eternal peaceT
Whose odours haunt my dreamsT
And stricken by an angel's handD2
This mortal armour that I wearN
This weight and size this heart and eyesT
Are touch'd are turn'd to finest airN
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The clouds are broken in the skyC
And thro' the mountain wallsT
A rolling organ harmonyE2
Swells up and shakes and fallsT
Then move the trees the copses nodX
Wings flutter voices hover clearB2
'O just and faithful knight of GodX
Ride on the prize is near '-
So pass I hostel hall and grangeF2
By bridge and ford by park and paleW
All arm'd I ride whate'er betideQ
Until I find the holy GrailW

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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