England In Egypt Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEFGFHIJJKILMKLL NOLPQQPQRQQQSIQQKILM KLLNTLQUQUVWVWUIQQKI LMXLLNQL

FROM the dusty jaded sunlight of the careless Cairo streetsA
Through the open bedroom window where the pale blue held theB
palmsC
There came a sound of music thrilling cries and rattling beatsA
That startled me from slumber with a shock of sweet alarmsD
For beneath this rainless heaven with this music in my earsE
I was born and all my boyhood with its joy was glorifiedF
And for me the ranging Red coats hold a passion of bright tearsG
And the glancing of the bayonets lights a hell of savage prideF
So I leaped and ran and lookedH
And I stood and listened thereI
Till I heard the fifes and drumsJ
Till I heard the fifes and drumsJ
The fifes and drums of EnglandK
Thrilling all the alien airI
And 'England England England 'L
I heard the wild fifes cryM
'We are here to rob for EnglandK
And to throttle liberty 'L
And 'England England England 'L
I heard the fierce drums roarN
'We are tools for pious swindlersO
And brute bullies evermore 'L
And the silent Arabs crowded half defiant half dismayedP
And the jaunty fifers fifing flung their challenge to the breezeQ
And the drummers kneed their drums up as the reckless drumsticksQ
playedP
And the Tommies all came trooping tripping slouching at their easeQ
Ah Christ the love I bore them for their brave hearts and strongR
Ah Christ the hate that smote me for their stupid dull conceitsQ
I know not which was greater as I watched their conquering bandsQ
In the dusty jaded sunlight of the sullen Cairo streetsQ
And my dream of love and hateS
Surged and broke and gathered thereI
As I heard the fifes and drumsQ
As I heard the fifes and drumsQ
The fifes and drums of EnglandK
Thrilling all the alien airI
And 'Tommy Tommy Tommy 'L
I heard the wild fifes cryM
'Will you never know the EnglandK
For which men not fools should die 'L
And 'Tommy Tommy Tommy 'L
I heard the fierce drums roarN
'Will you always be a cut throatT
And a slave for evermore 'L
No I shall never see it with these weary death dim eyesQ
The hour of Retribution the hour of Fate's desireU
When before the outraged millions as at last at last they riseQ
The rogues and thieves of England are as stubble to the fireU
When the gentlemen of England eaten out with lust and sinV
When the shop keepers of England sick with godly greed as wellW
Face the Red coats and the Red shirts as the steel ring closes inV
And hurls them howling madly down the precipice of hellW
But O I knew that hourU
Standing sick and dying thereI
As I heard the fifes and drumsQ
As I heard the fifes and drumsQ
The fifes and drums of EnglandK
Thrilling all the alien airI
And 'Tommy Tommy Tommy 'L
I heard the wild fifes cryM
'It is time to cease your foolingX
It is time to do or die 'L
And 'Johnnie Johnnie Johnnie 'L
I heard the fierce drums roarN
'It is time to break your fettersQ
And be free for evermore 'L

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



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