BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
by Walt Whitman (1892)
BEAT! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow!
- Through the windows -- through doors -- burst like a ruthless force,
- Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
- Into the school where the scholar is studying;
- Leave not the bridegroom quiet -- no happiness must he have now with his bride,
- Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
- So fierce you whirr and pound you drums -- so shrill you bugles blow.
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- Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow!
- Over the traffic of cities -- over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
- Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
- No bargainers' bargains by day -- no brokers or speculators -- would they continue?
- Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
- Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
- Then rattle quicker, heavier drums -- you bugles wilder blow.
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- Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow!
- Make no parley -- stop for no expostulation,
- Mind not the timid -- mind not the weeper or prayer,
- Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
- Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties,
- Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
- So strong you thump O terrible drums -- so loud you bugles blow.
...beautifully spoken, sir. I need go make some loud noises now.