The Three Horses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD EFEGEG HIHIJI KLKLKL AMAMAM NONONO NPNPNP QRSRQR ATATAT UVUVUV OAOAOA EAEAEA OWOWOW XAXAXA YZYZYZ A2OA2OA2O AAAAAA B2AB2AB2A YC2YC2YC2 D2OD2OD2O E2AE2AE2A TTTTTT AC2AC2AC2 F2EF2EF2E G2AG2AH2A I2J2I2J2I2J2 K2L2M2L2M2L2 ON2OAOO2 J2VJ2P2J2V AAAAAA Q2AQ2AQ2A

What shall I be I will be a knightA
Walled up in armour blackB
With a sword of sharpness a hammer of mightA
And a spear that will not crackB
So black so blank no glimmer of lightA
Will betray my darkling trackB
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Saddle my coal black steed my menC
Fittest for sunless workD
Old Night is steaming from her denC
And her children gather and lurkD
Bad things are creeping from the fenC
And sliding down the murkD
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Let him go let him go Let him plunge Keep awayE
He's a foal of the third seal's broodF
Gaunt with armour in grim arrayE
Of poitrel and frontlet hoodG
Let him go a living castle awayE
Right for the evil woodG
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I and Ravenwing on the courseH
Heavy in fighting gearI
Woe to the thing that checks our forceH
That meets us in careerI
Giant enchanter devil or worseJ
What cares the couched spearI
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Slow through the trees zigzag I rideK
See the goblins to and froL
From the skull of the dark on either sideK
See the eyes of a dragon glowL
From the thickets the silent serpents glideK
I pass them I let them goL
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For somewhere in the evil nightA
A little one cries aloneM
An aged knight outnumbered in fightA
But for me will be stricken proneM
A lady with terror is staring whiteA
For her champion is overthrownM
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The child in my arms to my hauberk prestN
Like a trembling bird will clingO
I will cover him over in iron nestN
With my shield my one steel wingO
And bear him home to his mother's breastN
A radiant rescued thingO
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Spur in flank and lance in restN
On the old knight's foes I flashP
The caitiffs I scatter to east and westN
With clang and hurtle and crashP
Leave them the law as knaves learn it bestN
In bruise and breach and gashP
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The lady I lift on my panting steedQ
On the pommel she holds my maceR
Hand on bridle I gently leadS
The horse at a gentle paceR
The thickets with martel axe I heedQ
For the wood is an evil placeR
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What treasure is there in manly mightA
That hid in the bosom liesT
Who for the crying will not fightA
Had better be he that criesT
A man is a knight that loves the rightA
And mounts for it till he diesT
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Alas 'tis a dream of ages hoarU
In the fens no dragons wonV
No giants from moated castles roarU
Through the forest wide roadways runV
Of all the deeds they did of yoreU
Not one is left to be doneV
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If I should saddle old RavenwingO
And hie me out at nightA
Scared little birds away would springO
An ill shot arrow's flightA
The idle fancy away I flingO
Now I will dream arightA
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Let a youth bridle Twilight my dapple grayE
With broad rein and snaffle bitA
He must bring him round at break of dayE
When the shadows begin to flitA
When the darkness begins to dream awayE
And the owls begin to sitA
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Ungraithed in plate or mail I goO
With only my sword gray blueW
Like the scythe of the dawning come to mowO
The night sprung shadows anewW
From the gates of the east that fair and slowO
Maid Morning may walk throughW
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I seek no forest with darkness grimX
To the open land I rideA
Low light from the broad horizon's brimX
Lies wet on the flowing tideA
And mottles with shadows dun and dimX
The mountain's rugged sideA
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Steadily hasteless o'er valley and hillY
O'er the moor along the beachZ
We ride nor slacken our pace untilY
Some city of men we reachZ
There in the market my horse stands stillY
And I lift my voice and preachZ
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Wealth and poverty age and youthA2
Around me gather and throngO
I tell them of justice of wisdom of truthA2
Of mercy and law and wrongO
My words are moulded by right and ruthA2
To a solemn chanted songO
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They bring me questions which would be scannedA
That strife may be forgotA
Swerves my balance to neither handA
The poor I favour no jotA
If a man withstand out sweeps my brandA
I slay him upon the spotA
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But what if my eye have in it a beamB2
And therefore spy his moteA
Righteousness only wisdom supremeB2
Can tell the sheep from the goatA
Not thus I dream a wise man's dreamB2
Not thus take Wrong by the throatA
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Lead Twilight home I dare not killY
The sword myself would scareC2
When the sun looks over the eastern hillY
Bring out my snow white mareC2
One labour is left which no one willY
Deny me the right to shareC2
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Take heed my men from crest to heelD2
Snow white have no speckO
No curb no bit her mouth must feelD2
No tightening rein her neckO
No saddle girth drawn with buckle of steelD2
Shall her mighty breathing checkO
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Lay on her a cloth of silver sheenE2
Bring me a robe of whiteA
Wherever we go we must be seenE2
By the shining of our lightA
A glistening splendour in forest greenE2
A star on the mountain heightA
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With jar and shudder the gates uncloseT
Out in the sun she leapsT
A unit of light and power she goesT
Levelling vales and steepsT
The wind around her eddies and blowsT
Before and behind her sleepsT
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Oh joy oh joy to ride the worldA
And glad good tidings bearC2
A flag of peace on the winds unfurledA
Is the mane of my shining mareC2
To the sound of her hoofs lo the dead stars hurledA
Quivering adown the airC2
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Oh the sun and the wind Oh the life and the loveF2
Where the serpent swung all dayE
The loud dove coos to the silent doveF2
Where the web winged dragon layE
In its hole beneath on the rock aboveF2
Merry tongued children playE
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With eyes of light the maidens look upG2
As they sit in the summer heatA
Twining green blade with golden cupG2
They see and they rise to their feetA
I call aloud for I must not stopH2
Good tidings my sisters sweetA
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For mine is a message of holy mirthI2
To city and land of cornJ2
Of praise for heaviness plenty for dearthI2
For darkness a shining mornJ2
Clap hands ye billows be glad O earthI2
For a child a child is bornJ2
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Lo even the just shall live by faithK2
None argue of mine and thineL2
Old Self shall die an ecstatic deathM2
And be born a thing divineL2
For God's own being and God's own breathM2
Shall be its bread and wineL2
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Ambition shall vanish and Love be kingO
And Pride to his darkness hieN2
Yea for very love of a living thingO
A man would forget and dieA
If very love were not the springO
Whence life springs endlesslyO2
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The myrtle shall grow where grew the thornJ2
Earth shall be young as heavenV
The heart with remorse or anger tornJ2
Shall weep like a summer evenP2
For to us a child a child is bornJ2
Unto us a son is givenV
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Lord with thy message I dare not rideA
I am a fool a beastA
The little ones only from thy sideA
Go forth to publish thy feastA
And I where but sons and daughters abideA
Would have walked about a priestA
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Take Snow white back to her glimmering stallQ2
There let her stand and feedA
I am overweening ambitious smallQ2
A creature of pride and greedA
Let me wash the hoofs let me be the thrallQ2
Jesus of thy white steedA

George Macdonald



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