The Song Of Iron Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEF GGEFHIJE KFLM FFFFNOPQ FF A ERAS TGUVGF WWWXYFDZA2B2 EFC2D2E2F RAGSF FF2FG2GKGH2I2G A I2FI2I2J2GJF A JFFKKFJK2 FFGF GJGK GI2KG I2KJJ GGKL2GJGGGGF FL2GGFG JGGJ| I | A |
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| Not yet hast Thou sounded | B |
| Thy clangorous music | C |
| Whose strings are under the mountains | D |
| Not yet hast Thou spoken | E |
| The blooded implacable Word | F |
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| But I hear in the Iron singing | G |
| In the triumphant roaring of the steam and pistons pounding | G |
| Thy barbaric exhortation | E |
| And the blood leaps in my arteries unreproved | F |
| Answering Thy call | H |
| All my spirit is inundated with the tumultuous passion of Thy Voice | I |
| And sings exultant with the Iron | J |
| For now I know I too am of Thy Chosen | E |
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| Oh fashioned in fire | K |
| Needing flame for Thy ultimate word | F |
| Behold me a cupola | L |
| Poured to Thy use | M |
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| Heed not my tremulous body | F |
| That faints in the grip of Thy gauntlet | F |
| Break it and cast it aside | F |
| But make of my spirit | F |
| That dares and endures | N |
| Thy crucible | O |
| Pour through my soul | P |
| Thy molten world whelming song | Q |
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| Here at Thy uttermost gate | F |
| Like a new Mary I wait | F |
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| II | A |
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| Charge the blast furnace workman | E |
| Open the valves | R |
| Drive the fires high | A |
| Night is above the gates | S |
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| How golden hot the ore is | T |
| From the cupola spurting | G |
| Tossing the flaming petals | U |
| Over the silt and furnace ash | V |
| Blown leaves devastating | G |
| Falling about the world | F |
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| Out of the furnace mouth | W |
| Out of the giant mouth | W |
| The raging turgid mouth | W |
| Fall fiery blossoms | X |
| Gold with the gold of buttercups | Y |
| In a field at sunset | F |
| Or huskier gold of dandelions | D |
| Warmed in sun leavings | Z |
| Or changing to the paler hue | A2 |
| At the creamy hearts of primroses | B2 |
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| Charge the converter workman | E |
| Tired from the long night | F |
| But the earth shall suck up darkness | C2 |
| The earth that holds so much | D2 |
| And out of these molten flowers | E2 |
| Shall shape the heavy fruit | F |
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| Then open the valves | R |
| Drive the fires high | A |
| Your blossoms nurturing | G |
| Day is at the gates | S |
| And a young wind | F |
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| Put by your rod comrade | F |
| And look with me shading your eyes | F2 |
| Do you not see | F |
| Through the lucent haze | G2 |
| Out of the converter rising | G |
| In the spirals of fire | K |
| Smiting and blinding | G |
| A shadowy shape | H2 |
| White as a flame of sacrifice | I2 |
| Like a lily swaying | G |
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| III | A |
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| The ore leaping in the crucibles | I2 |
| The ore communicant | F |
| Sending faint thrills along the leads | I2 |
| Fire is running along the roots of the mountains | I2 |
| I feel the long recoil of earth | J2 |
| As under a mighty quickening | G |
| Dawn is aglow in the light of the Iron | J |
| All palpitant I wait | F |
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| IV | A |
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| Here ye Dictators late Lords of the Iron | J |
| Shut in your council rooms palsied depowered | F |
| The blooded implacable Word | F |
| Not whispered in cloture one to the other | K |
| Brother in fear of the fear of his brother | K |
| But chanted and thundered | F |
| On the brazen articulate tongues of the Iron | J |
| Babbling in flame | K2 |
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| Sung to the rhythm of prisons dismantled | F |
| Manacles riven and ramparts defaced | F |
| Hearts death anointed yet hearing life calling | G |
| Ankle chains bursting and gallows unbraced | F |
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| Sung to the rhythm of arsenals burning | G |
| Clangor of iron smashing on iron | J |
| Turmoil of metal and dissonant baying | G |
| Of mail sided monsters shattered asunder | K |
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| Hulks of black turbines all mangled and roaring | G |
| Battering egress through ramparted walls | I2 |
| Mouthing of engines made rabid with power | K |
| Into the holocaust snorting and plunging | G |
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| Mighty converters torn from their axis | I2 |
| Flung to the furnaces vomiting fire | K |
| Jumbled in white heaten masses disshapen | J |
| Writhing in flame tortured levers of iron | J |
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| Gnashing of steel serpents twisting and dying | G |
| Screeching of steam glutted cauldrons rending | G |
| Shock of leviathans prone on each other | K |
| Scaled flanks touching ore entering ore | L2 |
| Steel haunches closing and grappling and swaying | G |
| In the waltz of the mating locked mammoths of iron | J |
| Tasting the turbulent fury of living | G |
| Mad with a moment's exuberant living | G |
| Crash of devastating hammers despoiling | G |
| Hands inexorable marring | G |
| What hands had so cunningly moulded | F |
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| Structures of steel welded subtily tempered | F |
| Marvelous wrought of the wizards of ore | L2 |
| Torn into octaves discordantly clashing | G |
| Chords never final but onward progressing | G |
| In monstrous fusion of sound ever smiting on sound | F |
| in mad vortices whirling | G |
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| Till the ear tortured shrieks for cessation | J |
| Of the raving inharmonies hatefully mingling | G |
| The fierce obligato the steel pipes are screaming | G |
| The blare of the rude molten music of Iron | J |
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