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 SWORDA
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At the forging of the SwordA
The mountain roots were stirr'dB
Like the heart beats of a birdB
Like flax the tall trees wav'dC
So fiercely struck the Forgers of the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
So loud the hammers fellD
The thrice seal'd gates of HellD
Burst wide their glowing jawsE
Deep roaring at the forging of the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
Kind mother Earth was rentF
Like an Arab's dusky tentF
And monster like she fedG
On her children at the forging of the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
So loud the blows they gaveH
Up sprang the panting waveH
And blind and furious slewI
Shrill shouting to the Forgers of the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
The startled air swift whirl'dJ
The red flames round the worldJ
From the Anvil where was smittenK
The steel the Forgers wrought into the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
The Maid and Matron fledG
And hid them with the deadG
Fierce prophets sang their doomL
More deadly than the wounding of the SwordA
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At the forging of the SwordA
Swift leap'd the quiet heartsM
In the meadows and the martsM
The tides of men were drawnN
By the gleaming sickle planet of the SwordA
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Thus wert thou forged O lissome swordA
On such dusk anvil wert thou wroughtO
In such red flames thy metal fusedP
From such deep hells that metal broughtO
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no wordB
But dumbly rul'st king and lordA
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Less than the Gods by some small spanQ
Slim sword how great thy lieges beR
Glint but in one wild camp fire's lightS
Thy God like vassals rush to theeR
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no wordB
But dumbly rul'st king and lordA
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Sharp God how vast thy altars beR
Green vallies sacrificial cupsT
Flow with the purple lees of bloodU
Its smoke is round the mountain topsV
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no wordB
But dumbly rul'st king and lordA
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O amorous God fierce lover thouW
Bright sultan of a million bridesX
Thou know'st no rival to thy kissY
Thy loves are thine whate're betidesY
O sword dread lord thou speak'st no wordB
But dumbly rul'st king and lordA
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Unflesh thee sword No more no moreZ
Thy steel no more shall sting and shineA2
Pass thro' the fusing fires againB2
And learn to prune the laughing vineA2
Fall sword dread lord with one accordA
The plough and hook we'll own as lordA

Isabella Valancy Crawford



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