The Wild Knight (the Wasting Thistle Whitens On My Crest) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNDLOPQR ESTUV BGWXTYZA2VB2C2D2E2F2 G2H2The wasting thistle whitens on my crest | A |
The barren grasses blow upon my spear | B |
A green pale pennon blazon of wild faith | C |
And love of fruitless things yea of my love | D |
Among the golden loves of all the knights | E |
Alone most hopeless sweet and blasphemous | F |
The love of God | G |
I hear the crumbling creeds | H |
Like cliffs washed down by water change and pass | I |
I hear a noise of words age after age | J |
A new cold wind that blows across the plains | K |
And all the shrines stand empty and to me | L |
All these are nothing priests and schools may doubt | M |
Who never have believed but I have loved | N |
Ah friends I know it passing well the love | D |
Wherewith I love it shall not bring to me | L |
Return or hire or any pleasant thing | O |
Ay I have tried it Ay I know its roots | P |
Earthquake and plague have burst on it in vain | Q |
And rolled back shattered | R |
Babbling neophytes | E |
Blind startled fools think you I know it not | S |
Think you to teach me Know I not His ways | T |
Strange visaged blunders mystic cruelties | U |
All all I know Him for I love Him Go | V |
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So with the wan waste grasses on my spear | B |
I ride for ever seeking after God | G |
My hair grows whiter than my thistle plume | W |
And all my limbs are loose but in my eyes | X |
The star of an unconquerable praise | T |
For in my soul one hope for ever sings | Y |
That at the next white corner of a road | Z |
My eyes may look on Him | A2 |
Hush I shall know | V |
The place when it is found a twisted path | B2 |
Under a twisted pear tree this I saw | C2 |
In the first dream I had ere I was born | D2 |
Wherein He spoke | E2 |
But the grey clouds come down | F2 |
In hail upon the icy plains I ride | G2 |
Burning for ever in consuming fire | H2 |
G. K. Chesterton
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