A Vision Of Climate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCDCDEF GHGIHJKJKL MNMNNOPO Q RSTSUMVMVE WXWX YZY A2A2

I dreamed that I was poor and sick and sadA
Broken in hope and weary of my lifeB
My ventures all miscarrying naught hadA
For all my labor in the heat and strifeB
And in my heart some certain thoughts were rifeB
Of an unsummoned exit As I layC
Considering my bitter state I criedD
'Alas that hither I did ever strayC
Better in some fair country to have diedD
Than live in such a land where Fortune neverE
Unless he be successful crowns Endeavor 'F
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Then even as I lamented lo there cameG
A troop of Presences I knew not whenceH
Nor what they were thought cannot rightly nameG
What's known through spiritual evidenceI
Reported not by gross material senseH
'Why come ye here ' I seemed to cry though naughtJ
My sleeping tongue did utter to the firstK
'What are ye with what woful message fraughtJ
Ye have a ghastly look as ye had burstK
Some sepulcher in memory Weird creaturesL
I'm sure I'd know you if ye had but features '-
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Some subtle organ noted the replyM
Inaudible to ear of flesh the toneN
'The Finest Climate in the World am IM
From Siskiyou to San Diego knownN
From the Sierra to the sea The zoneN
Called semi tropical I've pulled aboutO
And placed it where it does most good I trustP
I shake my never failing bounty outO
Alike upon the just and the unjust '-
'That's very true ' said I 'but when 'tis shakenQ
My share by the unjust is ever taken '-
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'Permit me ' it resumed 'now to presentR
My eldest son the Champagne AtmosphereS
And others to rebuke your discontentT
The Mammoth Squash Strawberry All the YearS
The fair No Lightning flashing only hereU
The Wholesome Earthquake and Italian SkyM
With its Unstriking Sun and last not leastV
The Compos Mentis Dog Now ingrate tryM
To bring a better stomach to the feastV
When Nature makes a dance and pays the piperE
To be unhappy is to be a viper '-
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'Why yet ' said I 'with all your blessings fineW
And Heaven forbid that I should speak them illX
I yet am poor and sick and sad Ye shineW
With more of splendor than of heat for stillX
Although my will is warm my bones are chill '-
'Then warm you with enthusiasm's blazeY
Fortune waits not on toil ' they cried 'O thenZ
Join the wild chorus clamoring our praiseY
Throw up your beaver and throw down you pen '-
'Begone ' I shouted They bewent a smirkingA2
And I awakening fell straight a workingA2

Ambrose Bierce



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