Guy Of The Temple Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJ KLMNKOPQRKSTUKKMVWXY ZA2B2C2D2KE2KKKF2IA KK KKKKA2KA2K KA2G2H2KI2A2J2KA2K2A 2KA2A2L2M2YN2KA2KA2O 2GKKA2KKA2A2KP2KM2KK C2A2KQ2R2A2KKPMA2S2K A2A2MF2T2MA2A2T2KQ2K KU2A2 KV2KV2A2A2A2A2 T2KA2O2A2KKA2KV2A2T2 A2C2T2W2KKA2KA2A2X2K F2T2C2V2KKKGOKA2A2OP 2A2KOKA2OV2KKKA2Y2KT 2KKT2KKKKZ2T2KP2A3A2 A2V2T2 A2A2T2KA2KA2T2A2A2KK C2A2OT2KB3KKT2A2KA2J 2Q2C3KKKA2KA2KK KKT2D3A2KKA2E3Z2KZ2K F3A2KKKKKKKA2A2T2KKA 2KU2KKT2KKV2 J2A2J2A2OKOK V2T2 KA2A2A2KKA2KA2A2G3T2 MA2U2KA2KKA2BKKZ2KKI 2A2U2H3A2KA2A2KKA2T2 T2K KKKSKKOI3J3A2A2T2E2A 2U2A2A2K3 A2KL3KK KKK3KK3KDown the dim West slow fails the stricken sun | A |
And from his hot face fades the crimson flush | B |
Veiled in death's herald shadows sick and gray | C |
Silent and dark the sombre valley lies | D |
Forgotten happy in the late fond beams | E |
Glimmer the constant waves of Galilee | F |
Afar below in airy music ring | G |
The bugles of my host the column halts | H |
A wearied serpent glittering in the vale | I |
Where rising mist like gleam the tented camps | J |
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Pitch my pavilion here where its high cross | K |
May catch the last light lingering on the hill | L |
The savage shadows struggling by the shore | M |
Have conquered in the valley inch by inch | N |
The vanquished light fights bravely to these crags | K |
To perish glorious in the sunset fire | O |
Even as our hunted Cause so pressed and torn | P |
In Syrian valleys and the trampled marge | Q |
Of consecrated streams displays at last | R |
Its narrowing glories from these steadfast walls | K |
Here in God's name we stand and brighter far | S |
Shines the stern virtue of my martyr host | T |
Through these invidious fortunes than of old | U |
When the still sunshine glinted on their helms | K |
And dallying breezes woke their bridle bells | K |
To tinkling music by the reedy shore | M |
Of calm Tiberias where our angry Lord | V |
Wroth at the deadly sin that cursed our camp | W |
Denied and blinded us and gave us up | X |
To the avenging sword of Saladin | Y |
Yet would he not permit his truth to sink | Z |
To utter loss amid that foundering fight | A2 |
But led us scarred and shattered from the spoil | B2 |
Of Paynim rage the desert's thirsty death | C2 |
To where beneath the sheltering crags we prayed | D2 |
And rested and grew strong Heroes and saints | K |
To alien peoples shall they be my brave | E2 |
And patient warriors for in their stout hearts | K |
God's spirit dwells forever and their hands | K |
Are swift to do his service on his foes | K |
The swelling music of their vesper hymn | F2 |
Is rising fragrant from the shadowed vale | I |
Familiar to the welcoming gates of heaven | A |
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Mother of God as evening falls | K |
Upon the silent sea | K |
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Mother of God as evening falls | K |
Upon the silent sea | K |
And shadows veil the mountain walls | K |
We lift our souls to thee | K |
From lurking perils of the night | A2 |
The desert's hidden harms | K |
From plagues that waste from blasts that smite | A2 |
Defend thy men at arms | K |
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Ay Heaven keep them and ye angel hosts | K |
That wait with fluttering plumes around the great | A2 |
White throne of God guard them from scathe and harm | G2 |
For in your starry records never shone | H2 |
The memory of desert so great as theirs | K |
I hold not first though peerless else on earth | I2 |
That knightly valor born of gentle blood | A2 |
And war's long tutelage which hath made their name | J2 |
Blaze like a baleful planet o'er these lands | K |
Firm seat in saddle lance unmoved a hand | A2 |
Wedding the hilt with death's persistent grasp | K2 |
One minded rush in fight that naught can stay | A2 |
Not these the highest though I scorn not these | K |
But rather offer Heaven with humble heart | A2 |
The deeds that heaven hath given us arms to do | A2 |
For when God's smile was with us we were strong | L2 |
To go like sudden lightning to our mark | M2 |
As on that summer day when Saladin | Y |
Passing in scorn our host at Antioch | N2 |
Who spent the days in revel and shamed the stars | K |
With nightly scandal came with all his host | A2 |
Its gay battalia brave with saffron silks | K |
Flaunting the banners of the Caliphate | A2 |
Beneath the walls of fair Jerusalem | O2 |
And white and shaking came the Leper King | G |
Great Baldwin's blasted scion and Tripoli | K |
And I and twenty score of Temple Knights | K |
To meet the myriads marshalled by the bright | A2 |
Untarnished flower of Eastern chivalry | K |
A moment paused with level fronting spears | K |
And moveless helms before that shining host | A2 |
Whose gay attire abashed the morning light | A2 |
And then struck spur and charged while from the mass | K |
Of rushing terror burst the awful cry | P2 |
God and the Temple As the avalanche slides | K |
Down Alpine slopes precipitous cold and dark | M2 |
Unpitying and unwrathful grinds and crushes | K |
The mountain violets and the valley weeds | K |
And drags behind a trail of chaos and death | C2 |
So burst we on that field and through and through | A2 |
The gay battalia brave with saffron silks | K |
Crushed and abolished every grace and gleam | Q2 |
And dragged where'er we rode a sinuous track | R2 |
Of chaos and death till all the plain was filled | A2 |
With battered armor turbaned trunkless heads | K |
With silken mantles blushing angry gules | K |
And Bagdad's banners trampled and forlorn | P |
And Saladin stunned and bewildered sore | M |
The greatest prince save in the grace of God | A2 |
That now wears sword mounted his brother's barb | S2 |
And followed by a half score followers | K |
Sped to his castle Shaubec over against | A2 |
The cliffs by Ascalon and there abode | A2 |
And sullenly made order that no more | M |
The royal nouba should be played for him | F2 |
Until he should erase the rusting stain | T2 |
Upon his knightly honor and no more | M |
The nouba sounded by the Sultan's tent | A2 |
Morning nor evening by the silent tent | A2 |
Until the headlong greed of Chatillon | T2 |
Spread ruin on our cause from Montreale | K |
But greatest are my warriors as I deem | Q2 |
In that their hearts nearer than any else | K |
Keep true the pledge of perfect purity | K |
They pledged upon their sword hilts long ago | U2 |
For all is possible to the pure in heart | A2 |
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Mother of God thy starry smile | K |
Still bless us from above | V2 |
Keep pure our souls from passion's guile | K |
Our hearts from earthly love | V2 |
Still save each soul from guilt apart | A2 |
As stainless as each sword | A2 |
And guard undimmed in every heart | A2 |
The image of our Lord | A2 |
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O goodliest fellowship that the world has known | T2 |
True hearts and stalwart arms above your breasts | K |
Glitters no flash of wreathen amulet | A2 |
Forged against sword stroke by the chanted rhythm | O2 |
Of charms accurst but in each steadfast heart | A2 |
Blazes the light of cloudless purity | K |
That like a splendid jewel glorifies | K |
With restless fire the gold that spheres it round | A2 |
And marks you children of our God whose lives | K |
He guards with the awful jealousy of love | V2 |
And even me that generous love has spared | A2 |
Me trustless knight and miserable man | T2 |
Sad prey of dark and mutinous thoughts that tempt | A2 |
My sick soul into perjury and death | C2 |
Since his great love had pity of my pain | T2 |
Has spared to lead these blameless warriors safe | W2 |
Into the desert from the blazing towns | K |
Out of the desert to the inviolate hills | K |
Where God has roofed them with his hollow shield | A2 |
Through all these days of tempest and eclipse | K |
His hand has led me and his wrath has flashed | A2 |
Its lightnings in the pathway of my sword | A2 |
And so I hope and so my crescent faith | X2 |
Gains daily power that all my prayers and tears | K |
And toils and blood and anguish borne for him | F2 |
May blot the accusing of my deadly sin | T2 |
From heaven's high compt and give me rest in death | C2 |
And lay the pallid ghost of mortal love | V2 |
That fills with banned and mournful loveliness | K |
Unblest the haunted chambers of my soul | K |
My misery will atone my misery | K |
Dear God will surely atone for not the sting | G |
Of macerating thongs nor the slow horror | O |
Of crowns of thorny iron maddening the brows | K |
Nor all that else pale hermits have devised | A2 |
To scourge the rebel senses in their shade | A2 |
Of caverned desolation have the power | O |
To smart and goad and lash and mortify | P2 |
Like the great love that binds my ruined heart | A2 |
Relentless as the insidious ivy binds | K |
The shattered bulk of some deserted tower | O |
Enlacing slow and riving with strong hands | K |
Of pitiless verdure every seam and jut | A2 |
Till none may tear it forth and save the tower | O |
So binds and masters me my hopeless love | V2 |
So through the desert in the silent hills | K |
I' the current of the battle's storm and stress | K |
One thought has driven me that though men may call | K |
Me stainless Paladin Knight leal and true | A2 |
To Christ and Our Lady still I know myself | Y2 |
A knight not after God's own heart a soul | K |
Recreant and whelmed in the forbidden sin | T2 |
For dearer to my sad heart than the cross | K |
I give my heart's best blood for are the eyes | K |
That long ago when youth and hope were mine | T2 |
I loved in thy still valleys far Provence | K |
And sweeter to my spirit than the bells | K |
Of rescued Salem are the loving tones | K |
Of her dear voice soft echoing o'er the years | K |
They haunt me in the stillness and the glare | Z2 |
Of desert noontide when the horizon's line | T2 |
Swims faintly throbbing and my shadow hides | K |
Skulking beneath me from the brassy sky | P2 |
And when night comes to soothe with breath of balm | A3 |
And pomp of stars the worn and weary world | A2 |
Her eyes rise in my soul and make its day | A2 |
And even into the battle comes my love | V2 |
Snatching the duty that I offer Heaven | T2 |
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At closing of El Majed's awful day | A2 |
When the last quivering sunbeams choked with dust | A2 |
And fume of blood failed on the level plain | T2 |
In the last charge when gathered all our knights | K |
The precious handful who from morn had stemmed | A2 |
The fury of the multitudinous hosts | K |
Of Islam where in youth's hot fire and pride | A2 |
Ramped the young lion whelp Ben Saladin | T2 |
As down the slope we rode at eventide | A2 |
The dying sunlight faintly smiled to greet | A2 |
Our tattered guidons and our dinted helms | K |
And lance heads blooming with the battle's rose | K |
Into the vale dusk with the shadow of death | C2 |
With silent lips and ringing mail we rode | A2 |
And something in the spirit of the hour | O |
Or fate or memory or sorrow or sin | T2 |
Or love which unto me is all of these | K |
Possessed and bound me for when dashed our troop | B3 |
In stormy clangor on the Paynim lines | K |
The soul of my dead youth came into me | K |
Faded away my oath the woes of Zion | T2 |
God was forgot blazed in my leaping heart | A2 |
With instant flash life's inextinguished fires | K |
Plunging along each tense limb poured the blood | A2 |
Hot with its years of sleeping smothered flame | J2 |
And in a dream I charged and in a dream | Q2 |
I smote resistless foemen in my path | C3 |
Fell unregarded like the wayside flowers | K |
Clipped by the truant's staff in daisied lanes | K |
For over me burned lustrous the dear eyes | K |
Of my beloved I strove as at a joust | A2 |
To gain at end the guerdon of her smile | K |
And ever as in the dense melee I dashed | A2 |
Her name burst from my lips as lightning breaks | K |
Out of the plunging wrack of summer storms | K |
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O my lost love Bright o'er the waste of years | K |
That bliss and beauty shines upon my soul | K |
As far beyond yon desert hangs the sun | T2 |
Gilding with tender beam the barren stretch | D3 |
Of sands that intervene In this still light | A2 |
The old sweet memories glimmer back to me | K |
Fair summers of my youth the idle days | K |
I wandered in the bosky coverts hid | A2 |
In the dim woods that girt my ancient home | E3 |
The blue young eyes I met and worshipped there | Z2 |
The love that growing turned those gloomy wilds | K |
To faery dells and filled the vernal air | Z2 |
With light that bathed the hills of Paradise | K |
The warm long days of rapturous summer time | F3 |
When through the forests thick and lush we strayed | A2 |
And love made our own sunshine in the shades | K |
And all things fair and graceful in the woods | K |
I loved with liberal heart the violets | K |
Were dear for her dear eyes the quiring birds | K |
That caught the musical tremble of her voice | K |
O happy twilights in the leafy glooms | K |
When in the glowing dusk the winsome arts | K |
And maiden graces that all day had kept | A2 |
Us twain and separate melted away | A2 |
In blushing silence and my love was mine | T2 |
Utterly utterly with clinging arms | K |
And quick caressing fingers warm red lips | K |
Where vows half uttered drowned in kisses died | A2 |
Mine with the starlight in her passionate eyes | K |
The wild wind of the woodland breathing low | U2 |
To wake the elfin music of the leaves | K |
And free the prisoned odors of the flowers | K |
In honor of young Love come to his throne | T2 |
While we under the stars with twining arms | K |
And mutual lips insatiate gave our souls | K |
Madly forgetting earth and heaven to love | V2 |
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In desert march or battles flame | J2 |
In fortress and in field | A2 |
Our war cry is thy holy name | J2 |
Thy love our joy and shield | A2 |
And if we falter let thy power | O |
Thy stern avenger be | K |
And God forget us in the hour | O |
We cease to think of thee | K |
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Curse me not God of Justice and of Love | V2 |
Pitiful God let my long woe atone | T2 |
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I cannot deem but God has pitied me | K |
Else why with painful care have I been saved | A2 |
Whenever tossed and drenched in the fierce tide | A2 |
Of Saladin's victories by the walls profaned | A2 |
Of Jaffa on the sands of far Daroum | K |
Or in the battle thundering on the downs | K |
Of Ramlah or the bloody day that shed | A2 |
Red horrors on high Gaza's parapets | K |
For never a storm of fatal fight has raged | A2 |
In Islam's track of rout and ruin swept | A2 |
From Egypt to Gebail but when the ebb | G3 |
Of battle came I and my host have lain | T2 |
Scarred scorched safe somewhere on its fiery shore | M |
At Marcab's lingering siege where day by day | A2 |
We told the Moslem legions toiling slow | U2 |
Planting their engines delving in their mines | K |
To quench in our destruction this last light | A2 |
Of Christendom our fortress in the crags | K |
God's beacon swung defiant from the stars | K |
One thunderous night I knew their miners groped | A2 |
Below and thought ere morn to die in crush | B |
And tumult of the falling citadel | K |
And pondering of my fate the broken storm | K |
Sobbing its life away I was aware | Z2 |
There grew between me and the quieting skies | K |
A face and form I knew not as in dreams | K |
The sad dishevelled loveliness of earth | I2 |
But lighter than the thin air where she swayed | A2 |
Gold hair flame fluttered eyes and mouth aglow | U2 |
With lambent light of spiritual joy | H3 |
With sweet command she beckoned me away | A2 |
And led me vaguely dreaming till I saw | K |
Where the wild flood in sudden fury had burst | A2 |
A passage through the rocks and thence I led | A2 |
My host unharmed following her luminous eyes | K |
Until the East was gray and with a smile | K |
Wooing me heavenward still she passed away | A2 |
Into the rosy trouble of the dawn | T2 |
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And I believe my love is shrived in heaven | T2 |
And I believe that I shall soon be free | K |
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For ever as I journey on to me | K |
Waking or sleeping come faint whisperings | K |
And fancies not of earth as if the gates | K |
Of near eternity stood for me ajar | S |
And ghostly gales come blowing o'er my soul | K |
Fraught with the amaranth odors of the skies | K |
I go to join the Lion Heart at Acre | O |
And there after due homage to my liege | I3 |
And after patient penance of the church | J3 |
And after final devoir in the fight | A2 |
If that my God be gracious I shall die | A2 |
And so I pray Lord pardon if I sin | T2 |
That I may lose in death's imbittered wave | E2 |
The stain of sinful loving and may find | A2 |
In glory again the love I lost below | U2 |
With all of fair and bright and unattained | A2 |
Beautiful in the cherishing smile of God | A2 |
By the glad waters of the River of Life | K3 |
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Night hangs above the valley dies the day | A2 |
In peace casting his last glance on my cross | K |
And warns me to my prayers Ave Maria | L3 |
Mother of God the evening fades | K |
On wave and hill and lea | K |
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And in the twilight's deepening shades | K |
We lift our souls to thee | K |
In passion's stress the battles strife | K3 |
The desert's lurking harms | K |
Maid Mother of the Lord of Life | K3 |
Protect thy men at arms | K |
John Hay
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