Guy Of The Temple Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sunA
And from his hot face fades the crimson flushB
Veiled in death's herald shadows sick and grayC
Silent and dark the sombre valley liesD
Forgotten happy in the late fond beamsE
Glimmer the constant waves of GalileeF
Afar below in airy music ringG
The bugles of my host the column haltsH
A wearied serpent glittering in the valeI
Where rising mist like gleam the tented campsJ
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Pitch my pavilion here where its high crossK
May catch the last light lingering on the hillL
The savage shadows struggling by the shoreM
Have conquered in the valley inch by inchN
The vanquished light fights bravely to these cragsK
To perish glorious in the sunset fireO
Even as our hunted Cause so pressed and tornP
In Syrian valleys and the trampled margeQ
Of consecrated streams displays at lastR
Its narrowing glories from these steadfast wallsK
Here in God's name we stand and brighter farS
Shines the stern virtue of my martyr hostT
Through these invidious fortunes than of oldU
When the still sunshine glinted on their helmsK
And dallying breezes woke their bridle bellsK
To tinkling music by the reedy shoreM
Of calm Tiberias where our angry LordV
Wroth at the deadly sin that cursed our campW
Denied and blinded us and gave us upX
To the avenging sword of SaladinY
Yet would he not permit his truth to sinkZ
To utter loss amid that foundering fightA2
But led us scarred and shattered from the spoilB2
Of Paynim rage the desert's thirsty deathC2
To where beneath the sheltering crags we prayedD2
And rested and grew strong Heroes and saintsK
To alien peoples shall they be my braveE2
And patient warriors for in their stout heartsK
God's spirit dwells forever and their handsK
Are swift to do his service on his foesK
The swelling music of their vesper hymnF2
Is rising fragrant from the shadowed valeI
Familiar to the welcoming gates of heavenA
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Mother of God as evening fallsK
Upon the silent seaK
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Mother of God as evening fallsK
Upon the silent seaK
And shadows veil the mountain wallsK
We lift our souls to theeK
From lurking perils of the nightA2
The desert's hidden harmsK
From plagues that waste from blasts that smiteA2
Defend thy men at armsK
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Ay Heaven keep them and ye angel hostsK
That wait with fluttering plumes around the greatA2
White throne of God guard them from scathe and harmG2
For in your starry records never shoneH2
The memory of desert so great as theirsK
I hold not first though peerless else on earthI2
That knightly valor born of gentle bloodA2
And war's long tutelage which hath made their nameJ2
Blaze like a baleful planet o'er these landsK
Firm seat in saddle lance unmoved a handA2
Wedding the hilt with death's persistent graspK2
One minded rush in fight that naught can stayA2
Not these the highest though I scorn not theseK
But rather offer Heaven with humble heartA2
The deeds that heaven hath given us arms to doA2
For when God's smile was with us we were strongL2
To go like sudden lightning to our markM2
As on that summer day when SaladinY
Passing in scorn our host at AntiochN2
Who spent the days in revel and shamed the starsK
With nightly scandal came with all his hostA2
Its gay battalia brave with saffron silksK
Flaunting the banners of the CaliphateA2
Beneath the walls of fair JerusalemO2
And white and shaking came the Leper KingG
Great Baldwin's blasted scion and TripoliK
And I and twenty score of Temple KnightsK
To meet the myriads marshalled by the brightA2
Untarnished flower of Eastern chivalryK
A moment paused with level fronting spearsK
And moveless helms before that shining hostA2
Whose gay attire abashed the morning lightA2
And then struck spur and charged while from the massK
Of rushing terror burst the awful cryP2
God and the Temple As the avalanche slidesK
Down Alpine slopes precipitous cold and darkM2
Unpitying and unwrathful grinds and crushesK
The mountain violets and the valley weedsK
And drags behind a trail of chaos and deathC2
So burst we on that field and through and throughA2
The gay battalia brave with saffron silksK
Crushed and abolished every grace and gleamQ2
And dragged where'er we rode a sinuous trackR2
Of chaos and death till all the plain was filledA2
With battered armor turbaned trunkless headsK
With silken mantles blushing angry gulesK
And Bagdad's banners trampled and forlornP
And Saladin stunned and bewildered soreM
The greatest prince save in the grace of GodA2
That now wears sword mounted his brother's barbS2
And followed by a half score followersK
Sped to his castle Shaubec over againstA2
The cliffs by Ascalon and there abodeA2
And sullenly made order that no moreM
The royal nouba should be played for himF2
Until he should erase the rusting stainT2
Upon his knightly honor and no moreM
The nouba sounded by the Sultan's tentA2
Morning nor evening by the silent tentA2
Until the headlong greed of ChatillonT2
Spread ruin on our cause from MontrealeK
But greatest are my warriors as I deemQ2
In that their hearts nearer than any elseK
Keep true the pledge of perfect purityK
They pledged upon their sword hilts long agoU2
For all is possible to the pure in heartA2
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Mother of God thy starry smileK
Still bless us from aboveV2
Keep pure our souls from passion's guileK
Our hearts from earthly loveV2
Still save each soul from guilt apartA2
As stainless as each swordA2
And guard undimmed in every heartA2
The image of our LordA2
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O goodliest fellowship that the world has knownT2
True hearts and stalwart arms above your breastsK
Glitters no flash of wreathen amuletA2
Forged against sword stroke by the chanted rhythmO2
Of charms accurst but in each steadfast heartA2
Blazes the light of cloudless purityK
That like a splendid jewel glorifiesK
With restless fire the gold that spheres it roundA2
And marks you children of our God whose livesK
He guards with the awful jealousy of loveV2
And even me that generous love has sparedA2
Me trustless knight and miserable manT2
Sad prey of dark and mutinous thoughts that temptA2
My sick soul into perjury and deathC2
Since his great love had pity of my painT2
Has spared to lead these blameless warriors safeW2
Into the desert from the blazing townsK
Out of the desert to the inviolate hillsK
Where God has roofed them with his hollow shieldA2
Through all these days of tempest and eclipseK
His hand has led me and his wrath has flashedA2
Its lightnings in the pathway of my swordA2
And so I hope and so my crescent faithX2
Gains daily power that all my prayers and tearsK
And toils and blood and anguish borne for himF2
May blot the accusing of my deadly sinT2
From heaven's high compt and give me rest in deathC2
And lay the pallid ghost of mortal loveV2
That fills with banned and mournful lovelinessK
Unblest the haunted chambers of my soulK
My misery will atone my miseryK
Dear God will surely atone for not the stingG
Of macerating thongs nor the slow horrorO
Of crowns of thorny iron maddening the browsK
Nor all that else pale hermits have devisedA2
To scourge the rebel senses in their shadeA2
Of caverned desolation have the powerO
To smart and goad and lash and mortifyP2
Like the great love that binds my ruined heartA2
Relentless as the insidious ivy bindsK
The shattered bulk of some deserted towerO
Enlacing slow and riving with strong handsK
Of pitiless verdure every seam and jutA2
Till none may tear it forth and save the towerO
So binds and masters me my hopeless loveV2
So through the desert in the silent hillsK
I' the current of the battle's storm and stressK
One thought has driven me that though men may callK
Me stainless Paladin Knight leal and trueA2
To Christ and Our Lady still I know myselfY2
A knight not after God's own heart a soulK
Recreant and whelmed in the forbidden sinT2
For dearer to my sad heart than the crossK
I give my heart's best blood for are the eyesK
That long ago when youth and hope were mineT2
I loved in thy still valleys far ProvenceK
And sweeter to my spirit than the bellsK
Of rescued Salem are the loving tonesK
Of her dear voice soft echoing o'er the yearsK
They haunt me in the stillness and the glareZ2
Of desert noontide when the horizon's lineT2
Swims faintly throbbing and my shadow hidesK
Skulking beneath me from the brassy skyP2
And when night comes to soothe with breath of balmA3
And pomp of stars the worn and weary worldA2
Her eyes rise in my soul and make its dayA2
And even into the battle comes my loveV2
Snatching the duty that I offer HeavenT2
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At closing of El Majed's awful dayA2
When the last quivering sunbeams choked with dustA2
And fume of blood failed on the level plainT2
In the last charge when gathered all our knightsK
The precious handful who from morn had stemmedA2
The fury of the multitudinous hostsK
Of Islam where in youth's hot fire and prideA2
Ramped the young lion whelp Ben SaladinT2
As down the slope we rode at eventideA2
The dying sunlight faintly smiled to greetA2
Our tattered guidons and our dinted helmsK
And lance heads blooming with the battle's roseK
Into the vale dusk with the shadow of deathC2
With silent lips and ringing mail we rodeA2
And something in the spirit of the hourO
Or fate or memory or sorrow or sinT2
Or love which unto me is all of theseK
Possessed and bound me for when dashed our troopB3
In stormy clangor on the Paynim linesK
The soul of my dead youth came into meK
Faded away my oath the woes of ZionT2
God was forgot blazed in my leaping heartA2
With instant flash life's inextinguished firesK
Plunging along each tense limb poured the bloodA2
Hot with its years of sleeping smothered flameJ2
And in a dream I charged and in a dreamQ2
I smote resistless foemen in my pathC3
Fell unregarded like the wayside flowersK
Clipped by the truant's staff in daisied lanesK
For over me burned lustrous the dear eyesK
Of my beloved I strove as at a joustA2
To gain at end the guerdon of her smileK
And ever as in the dense melee I dashedA2
Her name burst from my lips as lightning breaksK
Out of the plunging wrack of summer stormsK
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O my lost love Bright o'er the waste of yearsK
That bliss and beauty shines upon my soulK
As far beyond yon desert hangs the sunT2
Gilding with tender beam the barren stretchD3
Of sands that intervene In this still lightA2
The old sweet memories glimmer back to meK
Fair summers of my youth the idle daysK
I wandered in the bosky coverts hidA2
In the dim woods that girt my ancient homeE3
The blue young eyes I met and worshipped thereZ2
The love that growing turned those gloomy wildsK
To faery dells and filled the vernal airZ2
With light that bathed the hills of ParadiseK
The warm long days of rapturous summer timeF3
When through the forests thick and lush we strayedA2
And love made our own sunshine in the shadesK
And all things fair and graceful in the woodsK
I loved with liberal heart the violetsK
Were dear for her dear eyes the quiring birdsK
That caught the musical tremble of her voiceK
O happy twilights in the leafy gloomsK
When in the glowing dusk the winsome artsK
And maiden graces that all day had keptA2
Us twain and separate melted awayA2
In blushing silence and my love was mineT2
Utterly utterly with clinging armsK
And quick caressing fingers warm red lipsK
Where vows half uttered drowned in kisses diedA2
Mine with the starlight in her passionate eyesK
The wild wind of the woodland breathing lowU2
To wake the elfin music of the leavesK
And free the prisoned odors of the flowersK
In honor of young Love come to his throneT2
While we under the stars with twining armsK
And mutual lips insatiate gave our soulsK
Madly forgetting earth and heaven to loveV2
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In desert march or battles flameJ2
In fortress and in fieldA2
Our war cry is thy holy nameJ2
Thy love our joy and shieldA2
And if we falter let thy powerO
Thy stern avenger beK
And God forget us in the hourO
We cease to think of theeK
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Curse me not God of Justice and of LoveV2
Pitiful God let my long woe atoneT2
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I cannot deem but God has pitied meK
Else why with painful care have I been savedA2
Whenever tossed and drenched in the fierce tideA2
Of Saladin's victories by the walls profanedA2
Of Jaffa on the sands of far DaroumK
Or in the battle thundering on the downsK
Of Ramlah or the bloody day that shedA2
Red horrors on high Gaza's parapetsK
For never a storm of fatal fight has ragedA2
In Islam's track of rout and ruin sweptA2
From Egypt to Gebail but when the ebbG3
Of battle came I and my host have lainT2
Scarred scorched safe somewhere on its fiery shoreM
At Marcab's lingering siege where day by dayA2
We told the Moslem legions toiling slowU2
Planting their engines delving in their minesK
To quench in our destruction this last lightA2
Of Christendom our fortress in the cragsK
God's beacon swung defiant from the starsK
One thunderous night I knew their miners gropedA2
Below and thought ere morn to die in crushB
And tumult of the falling citadelK
And pondering of my fate the broken stormK
Sobbing its life away I was awareZ2
There grew between me and the quieting skiesK
A face and form I knew not as in dreamsK
The sad dishevelled loveliness of earthI2
But lighter than the thin air where she swayedA2
Gold hair flame fluttered eyes and mouth aglowU2
With lambent light of spiritual joyH3
With sweet command she beckoned me awayA2
And led me vaguely dreaming till I sawK
Where the wild flood in sudden fury had burstA2
A passage through the rocks and thence I ledA2
My host unharmed following her luminous eyesK
Until the East was gray and with a smileK
Wooing me heavenward still she passed awayA2
Into the rosy trouble of the dawnT2
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And I believe my love is shrived in heavenT2
And I believe that I shall soon be freeK
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For ever as I journey on to meK
Waking or sleeping come faint whisperingsK
And fancies not of earth as if the gatesK
Of near eternity stood for me ajarS
And ghostly gales come blowing o'er my soulK
Fraught with the amaranth odors of the skiesK
I go to join the Lion Heart at AcreO
And there after due homage to my liegeI3
And after patient penance of the churchJ3
And after final devoir in the fightA2
If that my God be gracious I shall dieA2
And so I pray Lord pardon if I sinT2
That I may lose in death's imbittered waveE2
The stain of sinful loving and may findA2
In glory again the love I lost belowU2
With all of fair and bright and unattainedA2
Beautiful in the cherishing smile of GodA2
By the glad waters of the River of LifeK3
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Night hangs above the valley dies the dayA2
In peace casting his last glance on my crossK
And warns me to my prayers Ave MariaL3
Mother of God the evening fadesK
On wave and hill and leaK
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And in the twilight's deepening shadesK
We lift our souls to theeK
In passion's stress the battles strifeK3
The desert's lurking harmsK
Maid Mother of the Lord of LifeK3
Protect thy men at armsK

John Hay



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