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The nursery fire burns brightly crackling in cheerful little explosions	A
and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney Miniature rockets	B
peppering the black bricks with golden stars as though a gala	C
flamed a night of victorious wars	D
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The nodding mandarin on the bookcase moves his head forward and back slowly	E
and looks into the air with his blue green eyes He stares into the air	F
and nods forward and back The red rose in his hand is a crimson splash	G
on his yellow coat Forward and back and his blue green eyes stare	F
into the air and he nods nods	H
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Tommy's soldiers march to battle	I
Trumpets flare and snare drums rattle	I
Bayonets flash and sabres glance	J
How the horses snort and prance	J
Cannon drawn up in a line	K
Glitter in the dizzy shine	K
Of the morning sunlight Flags	L
Ripple colours in great jags	L
Red blows out then blue then green	M
Then all three a weaving sheen	M
Of prismed patriotism March	N
Tommy's soldiers stiff and starch	N
Boldly stepping to the rattle	I
Of the drums they go to battle	I
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Tommy lies on his stomach on the floor and directs his columns	O
He puts his infantry in front and before them ambles a mounted band	P
Their instruments make a strand of gold before the scarlet tunicked soldiers	Q
and they take very long steps on their little green platforms	R
and from the ranks bursts the song of Tommy's soldiers marching to battle	I
The song jolts a little as the green platforms stick on the thick carpet	S
Tommy wheels his guns round the edge of a box of blocks and places	T
a squad of cavalry on the commanding eminence of a footstool	I
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The fire snaps pleasantly and the old Chinaman nods nods The fire makes	U
the red rose in his hand glow and twist Hist That is a bold song	V
Tommy's soldiers sing as they march along to battle	I
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Crack Rattle The sparks fly up the chimney	E
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Tommy's army's off to war	W
Not a soldier knows what for	W
But he knows about his rifle	I
How to shoot it and a trifle	I
Of the proper thing to do	X
When it's he who is shot through	X
Like a cleverly trained flea	E
He can follow instantly	E
Orders and some quick commands	Y
Really make severe demands	Y
On a mind that's none too rapid	Z
Leaden brains tend to the vapid	A2
But how beautifully dressed	B2
Is this army How impressed	B2
Tommy is when at his heel	I
All his baggage wagons wheel	I
About the patterned carpet and	C2
Moving up his heavy guns	A
He sees them glow with diamond suns	A
Flashing all along each barrel	I
And the gold and blue apparel	I
Of his gunners is a joy	D2
Tommy is a lucky boy	D2
Boom Boom Ta ra	E2
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The old mandarin nods under his purple umbrella The rose in his hand	P
shoots its petals up in thin quills of crimson Then they collapse	F2
and shrivel like red embers The fire sizzles	F2
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Tommy is galloping his cavalry two by two over the floor They must pass	F2
the open terror of the door and gain the enemy encamped under the wash stand	P
The mounted band is very grand playing allegro and leading the infantry on	G2
at the double quick The tassel of the hearth rug has flung down	H2
the bass drum and he and his dapple grey horse lie overtripped	P
slipped out of line with the little lead drumsticks glistening	I2
to the fire's shine	K
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The fire burns and crackles and tickles the tripped bass drum	J2
with its sparkles	F2
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The marching army hitches its little green platforms valiantly and steadily	E
approaches the door The overturned bass drummer lying on the hearth rug	K2
melting in the heat softens and sheds tears The song jeers	F2
at his impotence and flaunts the glory of the martial and still upstanding	I2
vaunting the deeds it will do For are not Tommy's soldiers	F2
all bright and new	X
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Tommy's leaden soldiers we	E
Glittering with efficiency	E
Not a button's out of place	F2
Tons and tons of golden lace	F2
Wind about our officers	F2
Every manly bosom stirs	F2
At the thought of killing killing	I2
Tommy's dearest wish fulfilling	I2
We are gaudy savage strong	V
And our loins so ripe we long	V
First to kill then procreate	P
Doubling so the laws of Fate	P
On their women we have sworn	L2
To graft our sons And overborne	L2
They'll rear us younger soldiers so	F2
Shall our race endure and grow	F2
Waxing greater in the wombs	F2
Borrowed of them while damp tombs	F2
Rot their men O Glorious War	W
Goad us with your points Great Star	M2
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The china mandarin on the bookcase nods slowly forward and back	N2
forward and back and the red rose writhes and wriggles	F2
thrusting its flaming petals under and over one another like tortured snakes	F2
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The fire strokes them with its dartles and purrs at them	O2
and the old man nods	F2
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Tommy does not hear the song He only sees the beautiful new	L2
gaily coloured lead soldiers They belong to him and he is very proud	P
and happy He shouts his orders aloud and gallops his cavalry past the door	W
to the wash stand He creeps over the floor on his hands and knees	F2
to one battalion and another but he sees only the bright colours	F2
of his soldiers and the beautiful precision of their gestures	F2
He is a lucky boy to have such fine lead soldiers to enjoy	D2
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Tommy catches his toe in the leg of the wash stand and jars the pitcher	P2
He snatches at it with his hands but it is too late The pitcher falls	F2
and as it goes he sees the white water flow over its lip It slips	F2
between his fingers and crashes to the floor But it is not water which oozes	F2
to the door The stain is glutinous and dark a spark from the firelight	P
heads it to red In and out between the fine new soldiers	F2
licking over the carpet squirms the stream of blood lapping at	P
the little green platforms and flapping itself against the painted uniforms	F2
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The nodding mandarin moves his head slowly forward and back	N2
The rose is broken and where it fell is black blood The old mandarin leers	F2
under his purple umbrella and nods forward and back staring into the air	F
with blue green eyes Every time his head comes forward a rosebud pushes	F2
between his lips rushes into full bloom and drips to the ground	P
with a splashing sound The pool of black blood grows and grows	F2
with each dropped rose and spreads out to join the stream from	J2
the wash stand The beautiful army of lead soldiers steps boldly forward	P
but the little green platforms are covered in the rising stream of blood	P
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The nursery fire burns brightly and flings fan bursts of stars up the chimney	L2
as though a gala flamed a night of victorious wars	F2

Amy Lowell

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