text:  And from beneath the leather casque that guards the Fireman's brow A bolder sterner glance shines out than plumy crest can show; And oft shall ply the Fireman's axe though rude and rough it be Where sabre lance and bayonet right soon would turn and flee! Off dash the thundering engines like goblin jaeger-chase-- The sleeper shudders as they pass and pallid grows his face: Away away! though close and bright yon ruddy glow appear Far far we have to gallop yet or e'er our work we near! A plain of upturn'd faces--pale brows and quivering lips All flickering like the tropic sea in the green light of eclipse; And the multitude waves to and fro as in the tropic sea After a tempest heaves and falls the ground-swell sleeplessly