The Song Of The Sword--to Rudyard Kipling Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The SwordA
SingingB
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the SwordA
Clanging imperiousC
Forth from Time's battlementsD
His ancient and triumphing SongE
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In the beginningB
Ere God inspired HimselfF
Into the clay thingB
Thumbed to His imageG
The vacant the naked shellH
Soon to be ManI
Thoughtful He pondered itJ
Prone there and impotentK
Fragile invitingB
Attack and discomfitureL
Then with a smileM
As He heard in the ThunderL
That laughed over EdenN
The voice of the TrumpetO
The iron BeneficenceP
Calling his doomsQ
To the Winds of the worldR
Stooping He drewL
On the sand with His fingerL
A shape for a signS
Of his way to the eyesT
That in wonder should wakenN
For a proof of His willU
To the breaking intelligenceP
That was the birth of meV
I am the SwordA
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Bleak and lean grey and cruelW
Short hilted long shaftedX
I froze into steelY
And the blood of my elderL
His hand on the hafts of meV
Sprang like a waveZ
In the wind as the senseA2
Of his strength grew to ecstasyV
Glowed like a coalB2
In the throat of the furnaceC
As he knew me and named meV
The War Thing the ComradeC2
Father of honourL
And giver of kingshipD2
The fame smith the song masterL
Bringer of womenN
On fire at his handsE2
For the pride of fulfilmentC2
PRIEST saith the LordC2
OF HIS MARRIAGE WITH VICTORYL
Ho then the TrumpetC2
Handmaid of heroesF2
Calling the peersG2
To the place of espousalsG2
Ho then the splendourL
And glare of my ministryL
Clothing the earthH2
With a livery of lightningsG2
Ho then the musicI2
Of battles in onsetC2
And ruining armoursG2
And God's gift returningB
In fury to GodC2
Thrilling and keenJ2
As the song of the winter starsG2
Ho then the soundC2
Of my voice the implacableW
Angel of DestinyL
I am the SwordC2
-
Heroes my childrenN
Follow O follow meL
Follow exultingB
In the great light that breaksG2
From the sacred CompanionshipD2
Thrust through the fatuousG2
Thrust through the fungous broodC2
Spawned in my shadowC2
And gross with my giftC2
Thrust through and hearkenN
O hark to the TrumpetC2
The Virgin of BattlesG2
Calling still calling youL
Into the PresenceG2
Sons of the JudgmentC2
Pure wafts of the WillU
Edged to annihilateC2
Hilted with governmentC2
Follow O follow meL
Till the waste placesG2
All the grey globe overL
Ooze as the honeycombK2
Drips with the sweetnessG2
Distilled of my strengthL2
And teeming in peaceG2
Through the wrath of my comingB
They give back in beautyL
The dread and the anguishM2
They had of me visitantL
Follow O follow thenN
Heroes my harvestersG2
Where the tall grain is ripeN2
Thrust in your sicklesG2
Stripped and adustL
In a stubble of empireL
Scything and bindingB
The full sheaves of sovrantyL
Thus O thus gloriouslyL
Shall you fulfil yourselvesG2
Thus O thus mightilyL
Show yourselves sons of mineN
Yea and win grace of meL
I am the SwordL
-
I am the feast makerL
Hark through a noiseG2
Of the screaming of eaglesG2
Hark how the TrumpetL
The mistress of mistressesG2
Calls silver throatedL
And stern where the tablesG2
Are spread and the mealY
Of the Lord is in handL
Driving the darknessG2
Even as the bannersG2
And spears of the MorningB
Sifting the nationsG2
The slag from the metalW
The waste and the weakO2
From the fit and the strongE
Fighting the bruteL
The abysmal FecundityL
Checking the grossG2
Multitudinous blundersG2
The groping the purblindL
Excesses in serviceG2
Of the Womb universalW
The absolute drudgeG
Firing the charactryL
Carved on the WorldL
The miraculous gemP2
In the seal ring that burnsG2
On the hand of the MasterL
Yea and authorityL
Flames through the dimQ2
Unappeasable GrislinessG2
Prone down the nethermostL
Chasms of the VoidL
Clear singing clean slicingB
Sweet spoken soft finishingB
Making death beautifulW
Life but a coinN
To be staked in the pastimeR2
Whose playing is moreL
Than the transfer of beingB
Arch anarch chief builderL
Prince and evangelistL
I am the Will of GodL
I am the SwordL
-
The SwordL
SingingB
The voice of the Sword from the heart of the SwordL
Clanging majesticalW
As from the starry stairedL
Courts of the primal SupremacyG2
His high irresistible songE

William Ernest Henley



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