The Plea Of The Simla Dancers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEC FGFHIHI JKLKMMMM MNMNMOMP QOQOMRMR MMMMSMSM TTTTUOUP

Too late alas the songA
To remedy the wrongA
The rooms are taken from us swept andB
garnished for their fateC
But these tear besprinkled pagesD
Shall attest to future agesD
That we cried against the crime of itE
too late alas too lateC
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'What have we ever done to bear this grudge '-
Was there no room save only in BenmoreF
For docket duftar and for office drudgeG
That you usurp our smoothest dancing floorF
Must babus do their work on polished teakH
Are ball rooms fittest for the ink you spillI
Was there no other cheaper house to seekH
You might have left them all at Strawberry HillI
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We never harmed you Innocent our guiseJ
Dainty our shining feet our voices lowK
And we revolved to divers melodiesL
And we were happy but a year agoK
To night the moon that watched our lightsome wilesM
That beamed upon us through the deodarsM
Is wan with gazing on official filesM
And desecrating desks disgust the starsM
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Nay by the memory of tuneful nightsM
Nay by the witchery of flying feetN
Nay by the glamour of foredone delightsM
By all things merry musical and meetN
By wine that sparkled and by sparkling eyesM
By wailing waltz by reckless gallop's strainO
By dim verandas and by soft repliesM
Give us our ravished ball room back againP
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Or hearken to the curse we lay on youQ
The ghosts of waltzes shall perplex your brainO
And murmurs of past merriment pursueQ
Your 'wildered clerks that they indite in vainO
And when you count your poor Provincial millionsM
The only figures that your pen shall frameR
Shall be the figures of dear dear cotillionsM
Danced out in tumult long before you cameR
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Yea 'See Saw' shall upset your estimatesM
'Dream Faces' shall your heavy heads bemuseM
Because your hand unheeding desecratesM
Our temple fit for higher worthier useM
And all the long verandas eloquentS
With echoes of a score of Simla yearsM
Shall plague you with unbidden sentimentS
Babbling of kisses laughter love and tearsM
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So shall you mazed amid old memories standT
So shall you toil and shall accomplish noughtT
And ever in your ears a phantom BandT
Shall blare away the staid official thoughtT
Wherefore and ere this awful curse he spokenU
Cast out your swarthy sacrilegious trainO
And give ere dancing cease and hearts be brokenU
Give us our ravished ball room back againP

Rudyard Kipling



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