The King's Task Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCDEDFGHHEIJIKLMM HNHAAONOPPQQHHQQHHQQ QQQHNHARACECHHNNNNST SUUQVQNRHRNQNQQQPPNQ NCQQHHOWOXNXYZZA2CQAfter the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name | A |
In the years that the lights were darkened or ever St Wilfrid | B |
came | A |
Low on the borders of Britain the ancient poets sing | C |
Between the Cliff and the Forest there ruled a Saxon King | C |
Stubborn all were his people from cottar to overlord | D |
Not to be cowed by the cudgel scarce to be schooled by the | E |
sword | D |
Quick to turn at their pleasure cruel to cross in their mood | F |
And set on paths of their choosing as the hogs of Andred's Wood | G |
Laws they made in the Witan the laws of flaying and fine | H |
Common loppage and pannage the theft and the track of kine | H |
Statutes of tun and of market for the fish and the malt and the | E |
meal | I |
The tax on the Bramber packhorse and the tax on the Hastings | J |
keel | I |
Over the graves of the Druids and under the wreck of Rome | K |
Rudely but surely they bedded the plinth of the days to come | L |
Behind the feet of the Legions and before the Norseman's ire | M |
Rudely but greatly begat they the framing of State and Shire | M |
Rudely but deeply they laboured and their labour stands till now | H |
If we trace on our ancient headlands the twist of their eight ox | N |
plough | H |
There came a king from Hamlun by Bosenham he came | A |
He filled Use with slaughter and Lewes he gave to flame | A |
He smote while they sat in the Witan sudden he smote and sore | O |
That his fleet was gathered at Selsea ere they mustered at Cymen's | N |
Ore | O |
Blithe went the Saxons to battle by down and wood and mere | P |
But thrice the acorns ripened ere the western mark was clear | P |
Thrice was the beechmast gathered and the Beltane fires burned | Q |
Thrice and the beeves were salted thrice ere the host returned | Q |
They drove that king from Hamtun by Bosenhame o'erthrown | H |
Our of Rugnor to Wilton they made his land their own | H |
Camps they builded at Gilling at Basing and Alresford | Q |
But wrath abode in the Saxons from cottar to overlord | Q |
Wrath at the weary war game at the foe that snapped and ran | H |
Wolf wise feigning and flying and wolf wise snatching his man | H |
Wrath for their spears unready their levies new to the blade | Q |
Shame for the helpless sieges and the scornful ambuscade | Q |
At hearth and tavern and market wherever the tale was told | Q |
Shame and wrath had the Saxons because of their boasts of old | Q |
And some would drink and deny it and some would pray and | Q |
atone | H |
But the most part after their anger avouched that the sin was | N |
their own | H |
Wherefore girding together up to the Witan they came | A |
And as they had shouldered their bucklers so did they shoulder | R |
their blame | A |
For that was the wont of the Saxons the ancient poets sing | C |
And first they spoke in the Witan and then they spoke to the | E |
King | C |
quot Edward King of the Saxons thou knowest from sire to son | H |
quot One is the King and his People in gain and ungain one | H |
quot Count we the gain together With doubtings and spread dismays | N |
quot We have broken a foolish people but after many days | N |
quot Count we the loss together Warlocks hampered our arms | N |
quot We were tricked as by magic we were turned as by charms | N |
quot We went down to the battle and the road was plain to keep | S |
quot But our angry eyes ever holden and we struck as they strike | T |
in sleep | S |
quot Men new shaken from slumber sweating with eyes a stare | U |
quot Little blows uncertain dealt on the useless air | U |
quot Also a vision betrayed us and a lying tale made bold | Q |
quot That we looked to hold what we had not and to have what we | V |
did not hold | Q |
That a shield should give us shelter that a sword should give us | N |
power | R |
A shield snatched up at a venture and a hilt scarce handled an | H |
hour | R |
quot That being rich in the open we should be strong in the close | N |
quot And the Gods would sell us a cunning for the day that we met | Q |
our foes | N |
quot This was the work of wizards but not with our foe they bide | Q |
quot In our own camp we took them and their names are Sloth and | Q |
Pride | Q |
quot Our pride was before the battle our sloth ere we lifted spear | P |
quot But hid in the heart of the people as the fever hides in the mere | P |
quot Waiting only the war game the heat of the strife to rise | N |
quot As the ague fumes round Oxeney when the rotting reed bed | Q |
dries | N |
quot But now we are purged of that fever cleansed by the letting | C |
of blood | Q |
quot Something leaner of body something keener of mood | Q |
quot And the men new freed from the levies return to the fields again | H |
quot Matching a hundred battles cottar and lord and thane | H |
quot And they talk loud in the temples where the ancient war | O |
gods are | W |
quot They thumb and mock and belittle the holy harness of war | O |
quot They jest at the sacred chariots the robes and the gilded staff | X |
quot These things fill them with laughter they lean on their spears | N |
and laugh | X |
quot The men grown old in the war game hither and thither they | Y |
range | Z |
quot And scorn and laughter together are sire and dam of change | Z |
quot And change may be good or evil but we know not what it will | A2 |
bring | C |
quot Therefore our King must teach us That is thy task O King quot | Q |
Rudyard Kipling
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