The Hammers: Part 05 - St. Helena, May, 1821 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Tap Tap Tap	A
Through the white tropic night	B
Tap Tap	A
Beat the hammers	C
Unwearied indefatigable	D
They are hanging dull black cloth about the dead	E
Lustreless black cloth	F
Which chokes the radiance of the moonlight	B
And puts out the little moving shadows of leaves	G
Tap Tap	A
The knocking makes the candles quaver	H
And the long black hangings waver	H
Tap Tap Tap	A
Tap Tap	A
In the ears which do not heed	I
Tap Tap	A
Above the eyelids which do not flicker	H
Tap Tap	A
Over the hands which do not stir	H
Chiselled like a cameo of white agate against the hangings	J
Struck to brilliance by the falling moonlight	B
A face	K
Sharp as a frozen flame	L
Beautiful as an altar lamp of silver	H
And still Perfectly still	M
In the next room the men chatter	H
As they eat their midnight lunches	N
A knife hits against a platter	H
But the figure on the bed	E
Between the stifling black hangings	J
Is cold and motionless	O
Played over by the moonlight from the windows	P
And the indistinct shadows of leaves	G
	-
Tap Tap	A
Upholsterer Darling has a fine shop in Jamestown	Q
Tap Tap	A
Andrew Darling has ridden hard from Longwood to see to the work in his shop	R
in Jamestown	Q
He has a corps of men in it toiling and swearing	S
Knocking and measuring and planing and squaring	S
Working from a chart with figures	C
Comparing with their rules	T
Setting this and that part together with their tools	T
Tap Tap Tap	A
Haste indeed	I
So great is the need	I
That carpenters have been taken from the new church	U
Joiners have been called from shaping pews and lecterns	T
To work of greater urgency	T
Coffins	T
Coffins is what they are making this bright Summer morning	S
Coffins and all to measurement	V
There is a tin coffin	W
A deal coffin	W
A lead coffin	W
And Captain Bennett's best mahogany dining table	D
Has been sawed up for the grand outer coffin	W
Tap Tap Tap	A
Sunshine outside in the square	X
But inside only hollow coffins and the tapping upon them	Y
The men whistle	D
And the coffins grow under their hammers	T
In the darkness of the shop	R
Tap Tap Tap	A
	-
Tramp of men	Z
Steady tramp of men	Z
Slit eyed Chinese with long pigtails	T
Bearing oblong things upon their shoulders	T
March slowly along the road to Longwood	A2
Their feet fall softly in the dust of the road	B2
Sometimes they call gutturally to each other and stop to shift shoulders	T
Four coffins for the little dead man	C2
Four fine coffins	T
And one of them Captain Bennett's dining table	D
And sixteen splendid Chinamen all strong and able	D
And of assured neutrality	T
Ah George of England Lord Bathhurst amp Co	D2
Your princely munificence makes one's heart glow	D2
Huzza Huzza For the Lion of England	E2
	-
Tap Tap Tap	A
Marble likeness of an Emperor	H
Dead man who burst your heart against a world too narrow	D2
The hammers drum you to your last throne	F2
Which always you shall hold alone	F2
Tap Tap	A
The glory of your past is faded as a sunset fire	H
Your day lingers only like the tones of a wind lyre	G2
In a twilit room	H2
Here is the emptiness of your dream	I2
Scattered about you	J2
Coins of yesterday	K2
Double napoleons stamped with Consul or Emperor	H
Strange as those of Herculaneum	I2
And you just dead	E
Not one spool of thread	E
Will these buy in any market place	T
Lay them over him	I2
They are the baubles of a crown of mist	L2
Worn in a vision and melted away at waking	S
Tap Tap	A
His heart strained at kingdoms	T
And now it is content with a silver dish	M2
Strange World Strange Wayfarer	H
Strange Destiny	T
Lower it gently beside him and let it lie	N2
Tap Tap Tap	A

Amy Lowell

The Hammers: Part 05 - St. Helena, May, 1821 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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