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Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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My first thought was he lied in every word	B
That hoary cripple with malicious eye	A
Askance to watch the working of his lie	A
On mine and mouth scarce able to afford	C
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored	C
Its edge at one more victim gained thereby	A
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II	A
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What else should he be set for with his staff	D
What save to waylay with his lies ensnare	E
All travellers who might find him posted there	E
And ask the road I guessed what skull like laugh	D
Would break what crutch 'gin write my epitaph	D
For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare	E
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III	A
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If at his counsel I should turn aside	F
Into that ominous tract which all agree	G
Hides the Dark Tower Yet acquiescingly	A
I did turn as he pointed neither pride	F
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried	F
So much as gladness that some end might be	G
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IV	D
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For what with my whole world wide wandering	H
What with my search drawn out thro' years my hope	I
Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope	I
With that obstreperous joy success would bring	H
I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring	H
My heart made finding failure in its scope	I
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V	D
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As when a sick man very near to death	J
Seems dead indeed and feels begin and end	F
The tears and takes the farewell of each friend	F
And hears one bid the other go draw breath	J
Freelier outside since all is o'er '' he saith	J
And the blow falIen no grieving can amend ''	-
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VI	D
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While some discuss if near the other graves	K
Be room enough for this and when a day	F
Suits best for carrying the corpse away	F
With care about the banners scarves and staves	K
And still the man hears all and only craves	K
He may not shame such tender love and stay	F
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VII	D
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Thus I had so long suffered in this quest	F
Heard failure prophesied so oft been writ	F
So many times among The Band'' to wit	F
The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed	F
Their steps that just to fail as they seemed best	F
And all the doubt was now should I be fit	F
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VIII	D
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So quiet as despair I turned from him	L
That hateful cripple out of his highway	F
Into the path he pointed All the day	F
Had been a dreary one at best and dim	L
Was settling to its close yet shot one grim	L
Red leer to see the plain catch its estray	G
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IX	K
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For mark no sooner was I fairly found	F
Pledged to the plain after a pace or two	M
Than pausing to throw backward a last view	M
O'er the safe road 'twas gone grey plain all round	F
Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound	F
I might go on nought else remained to do	M
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X	K
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So on I went I think I never saw	K
Such starved ignoble nature nothing throve	D
For flowers as well expect a cedar grove	D
But cockle spurge according to their law	K
Might propagate their kind with none to awe	N
You'd think a burr had been a treasure trove	D
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XI	K
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No penury inertness and grimace	K
In some strange sort were the land's portion See	K
Or shut your eyes '' said nature peevishly	K
It nothing skills I cannot help my case	K
'Tis the Last judgment's fire must cure this place	K
Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free ''	-
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XII	K
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If there pushed any ragged thistle stalk	O
Above its mates the head was chopped the bents	K
Were jealous else What made those holes and rents	K
In the dock's harsh swarth leaves bruised as to baulk	O
All hope of greenness 'tis a brute must walk	O
Pashing their life out with a brute's intents	K
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XIII	K
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As for the grass it grew as scant as hair	G
In leprosy thin dry blades pricked the mud	F
Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood	F
One stiff blind horse his every bone a stare	G
Stood stupefied however he came there	G
Thrust out past service from the devil's stud	F
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XIV	D
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Alive he might be dead for aught I know	P
With that red gaunt and colloped neck a strain	Q
And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane	Q
Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe	P
I never saw a brute I hated so	P
He must be wicked to deserve such pain	Q
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XV	D
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I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart	F
As a man calls for wine before he fights	K
I asked one draught of earlier happier sights	K
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part	F
Think first fight afterwards the soldier's art	F
One taste of the old time sets all to rights	K
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XVI	D
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Not it I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face	K
Beneath its garniture of curly gold	F
Dear fellow till I almost felt him fold	F
An arm in mine to fix me to the place	K
That way he used Alas one night's disgrace	K
Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold	F
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XVII	D
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Giles then the soul of honour there he stands	K
Frank as ten years ago when knighted first	F
What honest man should dare he said he durst	F
Good but the scene shifts faugh what hangman hands	K
Pin to his breast a parchment His own bands	K
Read it Poor traitor spit upon and curst	F
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XVIII	D
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Better this present than a past like that	F
Back therefore to my darkening path again	R
No sound no sight as far as eye could strain	Q
Will the night send a howlet or a bat	F
I asked when something on the dismal flat	F
Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train	Q
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XIX	K
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A sudden little river crossed my path	J
As unexpected as a serpent comes	K
No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms	K
This as it frothed by might have been a bath	J
For the fiend's glowing hoof to see the wrath	J
Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes	K
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XX	K
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So petty yet so spiteful All along	O
Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it	F
Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit	F
Of route despair a suicidal throng	O
The river which had done them all the wrong	O
Whate'er that was rolled by deterred no whit	F
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XXI	K
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Which while I forded good saints how I feared	F
To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek	O
Each step or feel the spear I thrust to seek	O
For hollows tangled in his hair or beard	F
It may have been a water rat I speared	F
But ugh it sounded like a baby's shriek	O
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XXII	K
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Glad was I when I reached the other bank	O
Now for a better country Vain presage	S
Who were the strugglers what war did they wage	T
Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank	O
Soil to a plash Toads in a poisoned tank	O
Or wild cats in a red hot iron cage	T
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XXIII	K
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The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque	O
What penned them there with all the plain to choose	K
No foot print leading to that horrid mews	K
None out of it Mad brewage set to work	O
Their brains no doubt like galley slaves the Turk	O
Pits for his pastime Christians against Jews	K
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XXIV	D
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And more than that a furlong on why there	G
What bad use was that engine for that wheel	K
Or brake not wheel that harrow fit to reel	K
Men's bodies out like silk with all the air	G
Of Tophet's tool on earth left unaware	G
Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel	K
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XXV	D
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Then came a bit of stubbed ground once a wood	F
Next a marsh it would seem and now mere earth	J
Desperate and done with so a fool finds mirth	J
Makes a thing and then mars it till his mood	F
Changes and off he goes within a rood	F
Bog clay and rubble sand and stark black dearth	J
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XXVI	D
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Now blotches rankling coloured gay and grim	L
Now patches where some leanness of the soil's	K
Broke into moss or substances like boils	K
Then came some palsied oak a cleft in him	L
Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim	L
Gaping at death and dies while it recoils	K
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XXVII	D
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And just as far as ever from the end	F
Nought in the distance but the evening nought	F
To point my footstep further At the thought	F
great black bird Apollyon's bosom friend	F
Sailed past nor beat his wide wing dragon penned	F
That brushed my cap perchance the guide I sought	F
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XXVIII	D
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For looking up aware I somehow grew	M
'Spite of the dusk the plain had given place	K
All round to mountains with such name to grace	K
Me	K