The Song Of The Sword--to Rudyard Kipling Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDE BFBGHIJKBLMLNOPQRLLS TNUPVA WXYLVZA2VB2CVC2LD2LN E2C2C2LC2F2G2G2LLH2G 2I2C2G2BC2J2G2C2WLC2 NLBG2D2G2C2C2C2NC2G2 LG2C2UC2C2LG2LK2G2L2 G2BLM2LNG2N2G2LLBLLG 2LNLL LG2G2LG2LG2YLG2G2BG2 WO2ELLG2G2LG2WGLLP2G 2LLQ2G2LLBBWNR2LBLLL L LBLWLG2EThe Sword | A |
Singing | B |
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword | A |
Clanging imperious | C |
Forth from Time's battlements | D |
His ancient and triumphing Song | E |
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In the beginning | B |
Ere God inspired Himself | F |
Into the clay thing | B |
Thumbed to His image | G |
The vacant the naked shell | H |
Soon to be Man | I |
Thoughtful He pondered it | J |
Prone there and impotent | K |
Fragile inviting | B |
Attack and discomfiture | L |
Then with a smile | M |
As He heard in the Thunder | L |
That laughed over Eden | N |
The voice of the Trumpet | O |
The iron Beneficence | P |
Calling his dooms | Q |
To the Winds of the world | R |
Stooping He drew | L |
On the sand with His finger | L |
A shape for a sign | S |
Of his way to the eyes | T |
That in wonder should waken | N |
For a proof of His will | U |
To the breaking intelligence | P |
That was the birth of me | V |
I am the Sword | A |
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Bleak and lean grey and cruel | W |
Short hilted long shafted | X |
I froze into steel | Y |
And the blood of my elder | L |
His hand on the hafts of me | V |
Sprang like a wave | Z |
In the wind as the sense | A2 |
Of his strength grew to ecstasy | V |
Glowed like a coal | B2 |
In the throat of the furnace | C |
As he knew me and named me | V |
The War Thing the Comrade | C2 |
Father of honour | L |
And giver of kingship | D2 |
The fame smith the song master | L |
Bringer of women | N |
On fire at his hands | E2 |
For the pride of fulfilment | C2 |
PRIEST saith the Lord | C2 |
OF HIS MARRIAGE WITH VICTORY | L |
Ho then the Trumpet | C2 |
Handmaid of heroes | F2 |
Calling the peers | G2 |
To the place of espousals | G2 |
Ho then the splendour | L |
And glare of my ministry | L |
Clothing the earth | H2 |
With a livery of lightnings | G2 |
Ho then the music | I2 |
Of battles in onset | C2 |
And ruining armours | G2 |
And God's gift returning | B |
In fury to God | C2 |
Thrilling and keen | J2 |
As the song of the winter stars | G2 |
Ho then the sound | C2 |
Of my voice the implacable | W |
Angel of Destiny | L |
I am the Sword | C2 |
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Heroes my children | N |
Follow O follow me | L |
Follow exulting | B |
In the great light that breaks | G2 |
From the sacred Companionship | D2 |
Thrust through the fatuous | G2 |
Thrust through the fungous brood | C2 |
Spawned in my shadow | C2 |
And gross with my gift | C2 |
Thrust through and hearken | N |
O hark to the Trumpet | C2 |
The Virgin of Battles | G2 |
Calling still calling you | L |
Into the Presence | G2 |
Sons of the Judgment | C2 |
Pure wafts of the Will | U |
Edged to annihilate | C2 |
Hilted with government | C2 |
Follow O follow me | L |
Till the waste places | G2 |
All the grey globe over | L |
Ooze as the honeycomb | K2 |
Drips with the sweetness | G2 |
Distilled of my strength | L2 |
And teeming in peace | G2 |
Through the wrath of my coming | B |
They give back in beauty | L |
The dread and the anguish | M2 |
They had of me visitant | L |
Follow O follow then | N |
Heroes my harvesters | G2 |
Where the tall grain is ripe | N2 |
Thrust in your sickles | G2 |
Stripped and adust | L |
In a stubble of empire | L |
Scything and binding | B |
The full sheaves of sovranty | L |
Thus O thus gloriously | L |
Shall you fulfil yourselves | G2 |
Thus O thus mightily | L |
Show yourselves sons of mine | N |
Yea and win grace of me | L |
I am the Sword | L |
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I am the feast maker | L |
Hark through a noise | G2 |
Of the screaming of eagles | G2 |
Hark how the Trumpet | L |
The mistress of mistresses | G2 |
Calls silver throated | L |
And stern where the tables | G2 |
Are spread and the meal | Y |
Of the Lord is in hand | L |
Driving the darkness | G2 |
Even as the banners | G2 |
And spears of the Morning | B |
Sifting the nations | G2 |
The slag from the metal | W |
The waste and the weak | O2 |
From the fit and the strong | E |
Fighting the brute | L |
The abysmal Fecundity | L |
Checking the gross | G2 |
Multitudinous blunders | G2 |
The groping the purblind | L |
Excesses in service | G2 |
Of the Womb universal | W |
The absolute drudge | G |
Firing the charactry | L |
Carved on the World | L |
The miraculous gem | P2 |
In the seal ring that burns | G2 |
On the hand of the Master | L |
Yea and authority | L |
Flames through the dim | Q2 |
Unappeasable Grisliness | G2 |
Prone down the nethermost | L |
Chasms of the Void | L |
Clear singing clean slicing | B |
Sweet spoken soft finishing | B |
Making death beautiful | W |
Life but a coin | N |
To be staked in the pastime | R2 |
Whose playing is more | L |
Than the transfer of being | B |
Arch anarch chief builder | L |
Prince and evangelist | L |
I am the Will of God | L |
I am the Sword | L |
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The Sword | L |
Singing | B |
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword | L |
Clanging majestical | W |
As from the starry staired | L |
Courts of the primal Supremacy | G2 |
His high irresistible song | E |
William Ernest Henley
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