The Sword Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABBCA ADDEA AFFGA AHHIA AJJKA AGGLA AMMNA AOPOBA QRSRBA RTUVBA WXYYBA ZA2B2A2AA| THE 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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