The King's Pilgrimage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIHI JK ELMN OPOQ ERER BEBE STS EUVW XHXH HH YZYA2EWEW

Our King went forth on pilgrimageA
His prayers and vows to payB
To them that saved our heritageA
And cast their own awayB
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And there was little show of prideC
Or prows of belted steelD
For the clean swept oceans every sideC
Lay free to every keelD
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And the first land he found it was shoal and banky groundE
Where the broader seas beginF
And a pale tide grieving at the broken harbour mouthG
Where they worked the death ships inF
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And there was neither gull on the wingH
Nor wave that could not tellI
Of the bodies that were buckled in the life buoy's ringH
That slid from swell to swellI
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All that they had they gave they gave and they shall not returnJ
For these are those that have no grave where any heart may mournK
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And the next land he found it was low and hollow groundE
Where once the cities stoodL
But the man high thistle had been master of it allM
Or the bulrush by the floodN
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And there was neither blade of grassO
Nor lone star in the skyP
But shook to see some spirit passO
And took its agonyQ
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And the next land be found it was bare and hilly roundE
Where once the bread corn grewR
But the fields were cankered and the water was defiledE
And the trees were riven throughR
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And there was neither paved highwayB
Nor secret path in the woodE
But had borne its weight of the broken clayB
And darkened 'neath the bloodE
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Father and mother they put aside and the nearer love alsoS
An hundred thousand men who died whose graves shall no manT
knowS
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And the last land he found it was fair and level groundE
About a carven stoneU
And a stark Sword brooding on the bosom of the CrossV
Where high and low are oneW
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And there was grass and the living treesX
And the flowers of the springH
And there lay gentlemen from out of all the seasX
That ever called him KingH
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'Twixt Nieuport sands and the eastward lands where the Four Red Rivers springH
Five hundred thousand gentlemen of those that served their KingH
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All that they had they gave they gaveY
In sure and single faithZ
There can no knowledge reach the graveY
To make them grudge their deathA2
Save only if they understoodE
That after all was doneW
We they redeemed denied their bloodE
And mocked the gains it wonW

Rudyard Kipling



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