The Revelation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KLII MMNO PPBC QQBC| The same old sprint in the morning boys to the same old din and smut | A |
| Chained all day to the same old desk down in the same old rut | A |
| Posting the same old greasy books catching the same old train | B |
| Oh how will I manage to stick it all if I ever get back again | C |
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| We've bidden good bye to life in a cage we're finished with pushing a pen | C |
| They're pumping us full of bellicose rage they're showing us how to be men | C |
| We're only beginning to find ourselves we're wonders of brawn and thew | D |
| But when we go back to our Sissy jobs oh what are we going to do | D |
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| For shoulders curved with the counter stoop will be carried erect and square | E |
| And faces white from the office light will be bronzed by the open air | E |
| And we'll walk with the stride of a new born pride with a new found joy in our eyes | F |
| Scornful men who have diced with death under the naked skies | F |
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| And when we get back to the dreary grind and the bald headed boss's call | G |
| Don't you think that the dingy window blind and the dingier office wall | G |
| Will suddenly melt to a vision of space of violent flame scarred night | H |
| Then oh the joy of the danger thrill and oh the roar of the fight | H |
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| Don't you think as we peddle a card of pins the counter will fade away | I |
| And again we'll be seeing the sand bag rims and the barb wire's misty grey | I |
| As a flat voice asks for a pound of tea don't you fancy we'll hear instead | J |
| The night wind moan and the soothing drone of the packet that's overhead | J |
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| Don't you guess that the things we're seeing now will haunt us through all the years | K |
| Heaven and hell rolled into one glory and blood and tears | L |
| Life's pattern picked with a scarlet thread where once we wove with a grey | I |
| To remind us all how we played our part in the shock of an epic day | I |
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| Oh we're booked for the Great Adventure now we're pledged to the Real Romance | M |
| We'll find ourselves or we'll lose ourselves somewhere in giddy old France | M |
| We'll know the zest of the fighter's life the best that we have we'll give | N |
| We'll hunger and thirst we'll die but first we'll live by the gods we'll live | O |
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| We'll breathe free air and we'll bivouac under the starry sky | P |
| We'll march with men and we'll fight with men and we'll see men laugh and die | P |
| We'll know such joy as we never dreamed we'll fathom the deeps of pain | B |
| But the hardest bit of it all will be when we come back home again | C |
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| For some of us smirk in a chiffon shop and some of us teach in a school | Q |
| Some of us help with the seat of our pants to polish an office stool | Q |
| The merits of somebody's soap or jam some of us seek to explain | B |
| But all of us wonder what we'll do when we have to go back again | C |
Robert William Service
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