The Firemen's Ball Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SECTION ONEA
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quot Give the engines roomB
Give the engines room quotC
Louder fasterD
The little band masterD
Whips up the flutingE
Hurries up the tootingE
He thinks that he standsF
The reins in his handsF
In the fire chief's placeG
In the night alarm chaseG
The cymbals whangE
The kettledrums bangE
quot Clear the streetC
Clear the streetC
Clear the street Boom boomB
In the evening gloomB
In the evening gloomB
Give the engines roomB
Give the engines roomB
Lest souls be trappedC
In a terrible tomb quotC
The sparks and the pine brandsF
Whirl on highH
From the black and reeking alleysI
To the wide red skyH
Hear the hot glass crashingE
Hear the stone steps hissingE
Coal black streamsJ
Down the gutters pourK
There are cries for helpL
From a far fifth floorK
For a longer ladderD
Hear the fire chief callM
Listen to the musicE
Of the firemen's ballM
Listen to the musicE
Of the firemen's ballM
quot 'Tis theN
NIGHTC
Of doom quotC
Say the ding dong doom bellsO
quot NIGHTC
Of doom quotC
Say the ding dong doom bellsO
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Faster fasterD
The red flames comeP
quot Hum grum quot say the enginesQ
quot Hum grum grum quotC
quot Buzz buzz quotC
Says the crowdC
quot See see quotC
Calls the crowdC
And the high walls fallM
Listen to the musicE
Of the firemen's ballM
quot 'Tis theN
NIGHTC
Of doom quotC
Say the ding dong doom bellsO
NIGHTC
Of doomB
Say the ding dong doom bellsO
Whangaranga whangarangaE
Whang whang whangE
Clang clang clangarangaE
Clang clang clangE
Clang a rangaE
Clang a rangaE
Clang ClangE
ClangE
Listen to the musicE
Of the firemen's ballM
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SECTION TWOR
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quot Many's the heart that's breakingE
If we could read them allM
After the ball is over quotC
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An old songE
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Scornfully gailyS
The bandmaster swaysT
Changing the strainU
That the wild band playsT
With a red and royal intoxicationA
A tangle of soundsV
And a syncopationA
Sweeping and bendingE
From side to sideC
Master of dreamsJ
With a peacock prideC
A lord of the delicate flowers of delightC
He drives compunctionA
Back through the nightC
Dreams he's a soldierD
Plumed and spurredC
And valiant ladsW
Arise at his wordC
Flaying the soberD
Thoughts he hatesX
Driving them backE
From the dream town gatesX
How can the languorousX
Dancers knowY
The red dreams comeP
When the good dreams goY
' quot Tis theN
NIGHTC
Of love quotC
Call the silver joy bellsX
quot NIGHTC
Of love quotC
Call the silver joy bellsX
quot Honey and wineZ
Honey and wineZ
Sing low now violinsX
Sing sing lowY
Blow gently wood windC
Mellow and slowY
Like midnight poppiesX
The sweethearts bloomB
Their eyes flash powerD
Their lips are dumbP
Faster and fasterD
Their pulses comeP
Though softer nowA2
The drum beats fallM
Honey and wineZ
Honey and wineZ
'Tis the firemen's ballM
'Tis the firemen's ballM
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quot I am slain quotC
Cries true loveB2
There in the shadowC
quot And I die quotC
Cries true loveB2
There laid lowC
quot When the fire dreams comeP
The wise dreams go quotC
BUT HIS CRY IS DROWNEDC
BY THE PROUD BAND MASTERD
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And now great gongs whangE
Sharper fasterD
And kettledrums rattleC2
And hide the shameD2
With a swish and a swirkE
In dead love's nameD2
Red and crimsonA
And scarlet and roseX
Magical poppiesX
The sweethearts bloomB
The scarlet staysX
When the rose flush goesX
And love lies lowC
In a marble tombB
quot 'Tis theN
NIGHTC
Of doom quotC
Call the ding dong doom bellsX
quot NIGHTC
Of Doom quotC
Call the ding dong doom bellsX
Hark how the piccolos still make cheerE2
'Tis a moonlight night in the spring of the year quotC
CLANGARANGA CLANGARANGAE
CLANG CLANG CLANGE
CLANG A RANGAE
CLANG A RANGAE
CLANG CLANG CLANGE
LISTEN TO THE MUSICE
OF THE FIREMEN'S BALLM
LISTEN TO THE MUSICE
OF THE FIREMEN'S BALLM
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SECTION THREES
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In Which contrary to Artistic Custom the moral of the piece is placed before the readerD
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From the first Khandaka of the Mahavagga quot There Buddha thus addressed his disciples 'Everything O mendicants is burning With what fire is it burning I declare unto you it is burning with the fire of passion with the fire of anger with the fire of ignorance It is burning with the anxieties of birth decay and death grief lamentation suffering and despair A disciple becoming weary of all that divests himself of passion By absence of passion he is made free ' quotC
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I once knew a teacherD
Who turned from desireD
Who said to the young menF2
quot Wine is a fire quotC
Who said to the merchantsX
quot Gold is a flameD2
That sears and torturesX
If you play at the game quotC
I once knew a teacherD
Who turned from desireD
Who said to the soldiersX
quot Hate is a fire quotC
Who said to the statesmenG2
quot Power is a flameD2
That flays and blistersX
If you play at the game quotC
I once knew a teacherD
Who turned from desireD
Who said to the lordlyM
quot Pride is a fire quotC
Who thus warned the revellersX
quot Life is a flameD2
Be cold as the dewC
Would you win at the gameD2
With hearts like the starsX
With hearts like the stars quotC
SO BEWAREH2
SO BEWAREH2
SO BEWARE OF THE FIRED
Clear the streetsX
BOOM BOOMB
Clear the streetsX
BOOM BOOMB
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOMB
GIVE THE ENGINES ROOMB
LEST SOULS BE TRAPPEDC
IN A TERRIBLE TOMBB
SAYS THE SWIFT WHITE HORSEX
TO THE SWIFT BLACK HORSEX
quot THERE GOES THE ALARMI2
THERE GOES THE ALARMI2
THEY ARE HITCHED THEY ARE OFFJ2
THEY ARE GONE IN A FLASHK2
AND THEY STRAIN AT THE DRIVER'S IRON ARM quotC
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGAE
CLANG CLANG CLANGE
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGAE
CLANG CLANG CLANGE
CLANG A RANGA CLANG A RANGAE
CLANG CLANG CLANGE

Vachel Lindsay



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