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 Q2AQ2AQ2AWhat shall I be I will be a knight | A |
Walled up in armour black | B |
With a sword of sharpness a hammer of might | A |
And a spear that will not crack | B |
So black so blank no glimmer of light | A |
Will betray my darkling track | B |
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Saddle my coal black steed my men | C |
Fittest for sunless work | D |
Old Night is steaming from her den | C |
And her children gather and lurk | D |
Bad things are creeping from the fen | C |
And sliding down the murk | D |
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Let him go let him go Let him plunge Keep away | E |
He's a foal of the third seal's brood | F |
Gaunt with armour in grim array | E |
Of poitrel and frontlet hood | G |
Let him go a living castle away | E |
Right for the evil wood | G |
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I and Ravenwing on the course | H |
Heavy in fighting gear | I |
Woe to the thing that checks our force | H |
That meets us in career | I |
Giant enchanter devil or worse | J |
What cares the couched spear | I |
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Slow through the trees zigzag I ride | K |
See the goblins to and fro | L |
From the skull of the dark on either side | K |
See the eyes of a dragon glow | L |
From the thickets the silent serpents glide | K |
I pass them I let them go | L |
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For somewhere in the evil night | A |
A little one cries alone | M |
An aged knight outnumbered in fight | A |
But for me will be stricken prone | M |
A lady with terror is staring white | A |
For her champion is overthrown | M |
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The child in my arms to my hauberk prest | N |
Like a trembling bird will cling | O |
I will cover him over in iron nest | N |
With my shield my one steel wing | O |
And bear him home to his mother's breast | N |
A radiant rescued thing | O |
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Spur in flank and lance in rest | N |
On the old knight's foes I flash | P |
The caitiffs I scatter to east and west | N |
With clang and hurtle and crash | P |
Leave them the law as knaves learn it best | N |
In bruise and breach and gash | P |
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The lady I lift on my panting steed | Q |
On the pommel she holds my mace | R |
Hand on bridle I gently lead | S |
The horse at a gentle pace | R |
The thickets with martel axe I heed | Q |
For the wood is an evil place | R |
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What treasure is there in manly might | A |
That hid in the bosom lies | T |
Who for the crying will not fight | A |
Had better be he that cries | T |
A man is a knight that loves the right | A |
And mounts for it till he dies | T |
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Alas 'tis a dream of ages hoar | U |
In the fens no dragons won | V |
No giants from moated castles roar | U |
Through the forest wide roadways run | V |
Of all the deeds they did of yore | U |
Not one is left to be done | V |
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If I should saddle old Ravenwing | O |
And hie me out at night | A |
Scared little birds away would spring | O |
An ill shot arrow's flight | A |
The idle fancy away I fling | O |
Now I will dream aright | A |
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Let a youth bridle Twilight my dapple gray | E |
With broad rein and snaffle bit | A |
He must bring him round at break of day | E |
When the shadows begin to flit | A |
When the darkness begins to dream away | E |
And the owls begin to sit | A |
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Ungraithed in plate or mail I go | O |
With only my sword gray blue | W |
Like the scythe of the dawning come to mow | O |
The night sprung shadows anew | W |
From the gates of the east that fair and slow | O |
Maid Morning may walk through | W |
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I seek no forest with darkness grim | X |
To the open land I ride | A |
Low light from the broad horizon's brim | X |
Lies wet on the flowing tide | A |
And mottles with shadows dun and dim | X |
The mountain's rugged side | A |
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Steadily hasteless o'er valley and hill | Y |
O'er the moor along the beach | Z |
We ride nor slacken our pace until | Y |
Some city of men we reach | Z |
There in the market my horse stands still | Y |
And I lift my voice and preach | Z |
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Wealth and poverty age and youth | A2 |
Around me gather and throng | O |
I tell them of justice of wisdom of truth | A2 |
Of mercy and law and wrong | O |
My words are moulded by right and ruth | A2 |
To a solemn chanted song | O |
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They bring me questions which would be scanned | A |
That strife may be forgot | A |
Swerves my balance to neither hand | A |
The poor I favour no jot | A |
If a man withstand out sweeps my brand | A |
I slay him upon the spot | A |
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But what if my eye have in it a beam | B2 |
And therefore spy his mote | A |
Righteousness only wisdom supreme | B2 |
Can tell the sheep from the goat | A |
Not thus I dream a wise man's dream | B2 |
Not thus take Wrong by the throat | A |
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Lead Twilight home I dare not kill | Y |
The sword myself would scare | C2 |
When the sun looks over the eastern hill | Y |
Bring out my snow white mare | C2 |
One labour is left which no one will | Y |
Deny me the right to share | C2 |
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Take heed my men from crest to heel | D2 |
Snow white have no speck | O |
No curb no bit her mouth must feel | D2 |
No tightening rein her neck | O |
No saddle girth drawn with buckle of steel | D2 |
Shall her mighty breathing check | O |
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Lay on her a cloth of silver sheen | E2 |
Bring me a robe of white | A |
Wherever we go we must be seen | E2 |
By the shining of our light | A |
A glistening splendour in forest green | E2 |
A star on the mountain height | A |
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With jar and shudder the gates unclose | T |
Out in the sun she leaps | T |
A unit of light and power she goes | T |
Levelling vales and steeps | T |
The wind around her eddies and blows | T |
Before and behind her sleeps | T |
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Oh joy oh joy to ride the world | A |
And glad good tidings bear | C2 |
A flag of peace on the winds unfurled | A |
Is the mane of my shining mare | C2 |
To the sound of her hoofs lo the dead stars hurled | A |
Quivering adown the air | C2 |
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Oh the sun and the wind Oh the life and the love | F2 |
Where the serpent swung all day | E |
The loud dove coos to the silent dove | F2 |
Where the web winged dragon lay | E |
In its hole beneath on the rock above | F2 |
Merry tongued children play | E |
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With eyes of light the maidens look up | G2 |
As they sit in the summer heat | A |
Twining green blade with golden cup | G2 |
They see and they rise to their feet | A |
I call aloud for I must not stop | H2 |
Good tidings my sisters sweet | A |
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For mine is a message of holy mirth | I2 |
To city and land of corn | J2 |
Of praise for heaviness plenty for dearth | I2 |
For darkness a shining morn | J2 |
Clap hands ye billows be glad O earth | I2 |
For a child a child is born | J2 |
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Lo even the just shall live by faith | K2 |
None argue of mine and thine | L2 |
Old Self shall die an ecstatic death | M2 |
And be born a thing divine | L2 |
For God's own being and God's own breath | M2 |
Shall be its bread and wine | L2 |
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Ambition shall vanish and Love be king | O |
And Pride to his darkness hie | N2 |
Yea for very love of a living thing | O |
A man would forget and die | A |
If very love were not the spring | O |
Whence life springs endlessly | O2 |
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The myrtle shall grow where grew the thorn | J2 |
Earth shall be young as heaven | V |
The heart with remorse or anger torn | J2 |
Shall weep like a summer even | P2 |
For to us a child a child is born | J2 |
Unto us a son is given | V |
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Lord with thy message I dare not ride | A |
I am a fool a beast | A |
The little ones only from thy side | A |
Go forth to publish thy feast | A |
And I where but sons and daughters abide | A |
Would have walked about a priest | A |
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Take Snow white back to her glimmering stall | Q2 |
There let her stand and feed | A |
I am overweening ambitious small | Q2 |
A creature of pride and greed | A |
Let me wash the hoofs let me be the thrall | Q2 |
Jesus of thy white steed | A |
George Macdonald
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