The Lady Of The Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCCB DDEFFFE GGHIIIH JJKLLLK MMNOOPQ RRSTTTS| Though red my blood hath left its trail | A |
| For five far miles I shall not fail | A |
| As God in Heaven wills | B |
| The way was long through that black land | C |
| With sword on hip and horn in hand | C |
| At last before thy walls I stand | C |
| O Lady of the Hills | B |
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| No seneschal shall put to scorn | D |
| The summons of my bugle horn | D |
| No man at arms shall stay | E |
| Yea God hath helped my strength too far | F |
| By bandit caverned wood and scar | F |
| To give it pause now or to bar | F |
| My all avenging way | E |
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| This hope still gives my body strength | G |
| To kiss her eyes and lips at length | G |
| Where all her kin can see | H |
| Then 'mid her towers of crime and gloom | I |
| Sin haunted like the Halls of Doom | I |
| To smite her dead in that wild room | I |
| Red lit with revelry | H |
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| Madly I rode nor once did slack | J |
| Before my face the world rolled black | J |
| With nightmare wind and rain | K |
| Witch lights mocked at me on the fen | L |
| And through the forest followed then | L |
| Gaunt eyes of wolves and ghosts of men | L |
| Moaned by me on the plain | K |
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| Still on I rode My way was clear | M |
| From that wild time when spear to spear | M |
| Deep in the wind torn wood | N |
| I met him Dead he lies beneath | O |
| Their trysting oak I clenched my teeth | O |
| And rode My wound scarce let me breathe | P |
| That filled my eyes with blood | Q |
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| And here I am The blood may blind | R |
| My eyesight now yet I shall find | R |
| Her by some inner eye | S |
| For God He hath this deed in care | T |
| Yea I shall kiss again her hair | T |
| And tell her of her leman there | T |
| Then smite her dead and die | S |
Madison Julius Cawein
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