The Sword Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABBCA ADDEA AFFGA AHHIA AJJKA AGGLA AMMNA AOPOBA QRSRBA RTUVBA WXYYBA ZA2B2A2AATHE FORGING OF THE SWORD | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
The mountain roots were stirr'd | B |
Like the heart beats of a bird | B |
Like flax the tall trees wav'd | C |
So fiercely struck the Forgers of the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
So loud the hammers fell | D |
The thrice seal'd gates of Hell | D |
Burst wide their glowing jaws | E |
Deep roaring at the forging of the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
Kind mother Earth was rent | F |
Like an Arab's dusky tent | F |
And monster like she fed | G |
On her children at the forging of the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
So loud the blows they gave | H |
Up sprang the panting wave | H |
And blind and furious slew | I |
Shrill shouting to the Forgers of the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
The startled air swift whirl'd | J |
The red flames round the world | J |
From the Anvil where was smitten | K |
The steel the Forgers wrought into the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
The Maid and Matron fled | G |
And hid them with the dead | G |
Fierce prophets sang their doom | L |
More deadly than the wounding of the Sword | A |
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At the forging of the Sword | A |
Swift leap'd the quiet hearts | M |
In the meadows and the marts | M |
The tides of men were drawn | N |
By the gleaming sickle planet of the Sword | A |
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Thus wert thou forged O lissome sword | A |
On such dusk anvil wert thou wrought | O |
In such red flames thy metal fused | P |
From such deep hells that metal brought | O |
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no word | B |
But dumbly rul'st king and lord | A |
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Less than the Gods by some small span | Q |
Slim sword how great thy lieges be | R |
Glint but in one wild camp fire's light | S |
Thy God like vassals rush to thee | R |
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no word | B |
But dumbly rul'st king and lord | A |
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Sharp God how vast thy altars be | R |
Green vallies sacrificial cups | T |
Flow with the purple lees of blood | U |
Its smoke is round the mountain tops | V |
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no word | B |
But dumbly rul'st king and lord | A |
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O amorous God fierce lover thou | W |
Bright sultan of a million brides | X |
Thou know'st no rival to thy kiss | Y |
Thy loves are thine whate're betides | Y |
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no word | B |
But dumbly rul'st king and lord | A |
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Unflesh thee sword No more no more | Z |
Thy steel no more shall sting and shine | A2 |
Pass thro' the fusing fires again | B2 |
And learn to prune the laughing vine | A2 |
Fall sword dread lord with one accord | A |
The plough and hook we'll own as lord | A |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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