in the manner of lustful insinuating music. #

When the good dreams go?

"'Tis the

NIGHT

Of love,"

Call the silver joy-bells,

"NIGHT

Of love,"

Call the silver joy-bells.

"Honey and wine,

Honey and wine.

Sing low, now, violins,

Sing, sing low,

Blow gently, wood-wind,

Mellow and slow.

Like midnight poppies

The sweethearts bloom.

Their eyes flash power,

Their lips are dumb.

Faster and faster

Their pulses come,

Though softer now

The drum-beats fall.

Honey and wine,

Honey and wine.

'Tis the firemen's ball,

'Tis the firemen's ball.

# With a climax of whispered mourning. #

"I am slain,"

Cries true-love

There in the shadow.

"And I die,"

Cries true-love,

There laid low.

"When the fire-dreams come,

The wise dreams go."

# Suddenly interrupting. To be read or sung in

a heavy bass. First eight lines as harsh as possible.

Then gradually musical and sonorous. #

BUT HIS CRY IS DROWNED

BY THE PROUD BAND-MASTER.

And now great gongs whang,

Sharper, faster,

And kettledrums rattle

And hide the shame

With a swish and a swirk

In dead love's name.

Red and crimson

And scarlet and rose

Magical poppies

The sweethearts bloom.

The scarlet stays

When the rose-flush goes,

And love lies low

In a marble tomb.

"'Tis the

NIGHT

Of doom,"

Call the ding-dong doom-bells.

"NIGHT

Of Doom,"

Call the ding-dong doom-bells.

# Sharply interrupting in a very high key. #

Hark how the piccolos still make cheer.

"'Tis a moonlight night in the spring of the year."

# Heavy bass. #

CLANGARANGA, CLANGARANGA,

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG.

CLANG... A... RANGA...

CLANG... A... RANGA...

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG...

LISTEN... TO... THE... MUSIC...

OF... THE... FIREMEN'S BALL...

LISTEN... TO... THE... MUSIC...

OF... THE... FIREMEN'S... BALL....

Section Three

In Which, contrary to Artistic Custom, the moral of the piece is placed

before the reader.

(From the first Khandaka of the Mahavagga: "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.'")

# To be intoned after the manner of a priestly service. #

I once knew a teacher,

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