The Sword Of The Tomb : A Northern Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Voice of the gifted elder time	A
Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme	A
Speak from the shades and the depths disclose	B
How Sigurd may vanquish his mortal foes	B
Voice of the buried past	C
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'Voice of the grave 'tis the mighty hour	D
When night with her stars and dreams hath power	D
And my step hath been soundless on the snows	B
And the spell I have sung hath laid repose	B
On the billow and the blast '	-
	-
Then the torrents of the North	E
And the forest pines were still	F
While a hollow chant came forth	E
From the dark sepulchral hill	F
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'There shines no sun 'midst the hidden dead	G
But where the day looks not the brave may tread	G
There is heard no song and no mead is pour'd	H
But the warrior may come to the silent board	H
In the shadow of the night	I
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'There is laid a sword in thy father's tomb	J
And its edge is fraught with thy foeman's doom	J
But soft be thy step through the silence deep	K
And move not the urn in the house of sleep	K
For the viewless have fearful might '	-
	-
Then died the solemn lay	L
As a trumpet's music dies	M
By the night wind borne away	L
Through the wild and stormy skies	M
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The fir trees rock'd to the wailing blast	C
As on through the forest the warrior pass'd	C
Through the forest of Odin the dim and old	N
The dark place of visions and legends told	N
By the fires of Northern pine	O
	-
The fir trees rock'd and the frozen ground	P
Gave back to his footstep a hollow sound	P
And it seem'd that the depths of those awful shades	Q
From the dreary gloom of their long arcades	Q
Gave warning with voice and sign	O
	-
But the wind strange magic knows	B
To call wild shape and tone	R
From the grey wood's tossing boughs	S
When night is on her throne	R
	-
The pines clos'd o'er him with deeper gloom	J
As he took the path to the monarch's tomb	J
The pole star shone and the heavens were bright	I
With the arrowy streams of the northern light	I
But his road through dimness lay	L
	-
He pass'd in the heart of that ancient wood	T
The dark shrine stain'd with the victim's blood	U
Nor paus'd till the rock where a vaulted bed	G
Had been hewn of old for the kingly dead	G
Arose on his midnight way	L
	-
Then first a moment's chill	F
Went shuddering through his breast	V
And the steel clad man stood still	F
Before that place of rest	V
	-
But he cross'd at length with a deep drawn breath	W
The threshold floor of the hall of Death	W
And look'd on the pale mysterious fire	D
Which gleam'd from the urn of his warrior sire	D
With a strange and solemn light	I
	-
Then darkly the words of the boding strain	X
Like an omen rose on his soul again	Y
'Soft be thy step through the silence deep	K
And move not the urn in the house of sleep	K
For the viewless have fearful might '	-
	-
But the gleaming sword and shield	Z
Of many a battle day	L
Hung o'er that urn reveal'd	Z
By the tomb fire's waveless ray	L
	-
With a faded wreath of oak leaves bound	P
They hung o'er the dust of the far renown'd	P
Whom the bright Valkyriur's warning voice	A2
Had call'd to the banquet where gods rejoice	A2
And the rich mead flows in light	I
	-
With a beating heart his son drew near	B2
And still rang the verse in his thrilling ear	C2
'Soft be thy step through the silence deep	K
And move not the urn in the house of sleep	K
For the viewless have fearful might '	-
	-
And many a Saga's rhyme	A
And legend of the grave	D2
That shadowy scene and time	A
Call'd back to daunt the brave	D2
	-
But he rais'd his arm and the flame grew dim	E2
And the sword in its light seem'd to wave and swim	E2
And his faltering hand could not grasp it well	F2
From the pale oak wreath with a clash it fell	F2
Through the chamber of the dead	G
	-
The deep tomb rang with the heavy sound	P
And the urn lay shiver'd in fragments round	P
And a rush as of tempests quench'd the fire	D
And the scatter'd dust of his warlike sire	D
Was strewn on the Champion's head	G
	-
One moment and all was still	F
In the slumberer's ancient hall	G2
When the rock had ceas'd to thrill	F
With the mighty weapon's fall	G2
	-
The stars were just fading one by one	H2
The clouds were just ting'd by the early sun	H2
When there stream'd through the cavern a torch's flame	I2
And the brother of Sigurd the valiant came	I2
To seek him in the tomb	J
	-
Stretch'd on his shield like the steel girt slain	X
By moonlight seen on the battle plain	X
In a speechless trance lay the warrior there	J2
But he wildly woke when the torch's glare	J2
Burst on him through the gloom	J
	-
'The morning wind blows free	K2
And the hour of chase is near	B2
Come forth come forth with me	K2
What dost thou Sigurd here '	-
	-
'I have put out the holy sepulchral fire	D
I have scatter'd the dust of my warrior sire	D
It burns on my head and it weighs down my heart	L2
But the winds shall not wander without their part	L2
To strew o'er the restless deep	K
	-
'In the mantle of death he was here with me now	M2
There was wrath in his eye there was gloom on his brow	M2
And his cold still glance on my spirit fell	F2
With an icy ray and a withering spell	F2
Oh chill is the house of sleep '	-
	-
'The morning wind blows free	K2
And the reddening sun shines clear	B2
Come forth come forth with me	K2
It is dark and fearful here '	-
	-
'He is there he is there with his shadowy frown	N2
But gone from his head is the kingly crown	N2
The crown from his head and the spear from his hand	O2
They have chas'd him far from the glorious land	O2
Where the feast of the gods is spread	G
	-
'He must go forth alone on his phantom steed	P2
He must ride o'er the grave hills with stormy speed	P2
His place is no longer at Odin's board	H
He is driven from Valhalla without his sword	H
But the slayer shall avenge the dead '	-
	-
That sword its fame had won	H2
By the fall of many a crest	V
But its fiercest work was done	H2
In the tomb on Sigurd's breast	V

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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