The Crusader Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEF GGHHIIJJKK CCLLMMNNOOPQRSTTUUVV DDWW QQXXYY AAZZ A2

He is come from the land of the sword and shrineA
From the sainted battles of PalestineA
The snow plumes wave o'er his victor crestB
Like a glory the red cross hangs at his breastB
His courser is black as black can beC
Save the brow star white as the foam of the seaC
And he wears a scarf of broidery rareD
The last love gift of his lady fairD
It bore for device a cross and a doveE
And the words 'I am vowed to my God and my love 'F
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He comes not back the same that he wentG
For his sword has been tried and his strength has been spentG
His golden hair has a deeper brownH
And his brow has caught a darker frownH
And his lip has lost its youthful redI
And the shade of the South o'er his cheek is spreadI
But stately his step and his bearing highJ
And wild the light of his fiery eyeJ
And proud in the lists were the maiden brightK
Who might claim the Knight of the Cross for her knightK
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He rides for the home he had pined to seeC
In the court in the camp in captivityC
He reached the castle his own step was allL
That echoed within the deserted hallL
He stood on the roof of the ancient towerM
And for banner there waved one pale wall flowerM
And for sound of the trumpet and peal of the hornN
Came the scream of the owl on the night wind borneN
The turrets were falling the vassals were flownO
And the bat ruled the halls he had called his ownO
His heart throbbed high Oh never againP
Might he soothe with sweet thoughts his spirit's painQ
He never might think of his boyish yearsR
Till his eyes grew dim with those sweet warm tearsS
Which hope and memory shed when they meetT
The grave of his kindred was at his feetT
He stood alone the last of his raceU
With the cold wide world for his dwelling placeU
The home of his fathers gone to decayV
All but their memory had passed awayV
No one to welcome no one to shareD
The laurel he no more was proud to wearD
He came in the pride of his war successW
But to weep over very desolatenessW
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They pointed him to a barren plainQ
Where his father his brothers his kinsmen were slainQ
They shewed him the lowly grave where sleptX
The maiden whose scarf he so truly had keptX
But they could not shew him one living thingY
To which his withered heart could clingY
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Amid the warriors of PalestineA
Is one the first in the battle lineA
It is not for glory he seeks the fieldZ
For a blasted tree is upon his shieldZ
And the motto it bears is 'I fight for a grave '-
He found it That warrior has died with the braveA2

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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