King Billy's Skull. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE scene is the Southern HemisphereA
The time oh any time of the yearA
Will do as well as another say JuneB
Put it down likewise as the full of the moonB
And midnight to boot when churchyards they sayC
Yawn in a most unmannerly wayC
And restless ghosts in winding sheetsD
Go forth and gibber about the streetsD
And rehearse old crimes that were better hidE
In the darkness beneath the coffin lidE
Observe that I merely say on ditE
But though it never happened to meF
To encounter either in doors or outE
A posthumous gentleman walking aboutE
In regulation sepulchral guiseG
Or in shirt Crimean or otherwiseG
Or in hat and boots and usual wearH
Or save for a cloud unbecomingly bareH
Or in gaseous form with the stars shining through himI
Beckoning me to interview himI
On mission of solemnest import boundE
Or merely a constitutional roundE
Beginning at twelve as books declareH
And ending at first sniff of morning airH
Though all such things you will understandE
Have reached me only at second handE
Or third or fourth as the case may beF
Yet there really did occur to meF
Something which I perforce must callJ
Ultra super naturalK
In fact trans ultra super preterH
Natural suits both truth and metreH
There is an Island I won't say whereH
For some yet live who mightn't careH
To have the address too widely knownL
Suffice it to say South Temperate ZoneL
In that same Isle thus precisely set downM
There's a certain township and also a townM
For to ears colonial I need not stateE
That the two do not always homologateE
And in that same town there's a certain streetE
And in that same street the locals to completeE
There's a certain Surgery trim and neatE
Kept by well perhaps it were rashN
To call him other than Doctor DashN
At midnight then in the month of JuneB
And don't forget the full of the moonB
I sat in that Surgery writhing with painO
Having waited fully two hours in vainO
For Doctor Dash who I understoodE
Was engaged in the questionable goodE
Of adding one to the sum of woeP
That includes all creatures here belowP
Especially those whose particular dolourH
As mine was then is a rotten molarH
Have you noted that midnight's final strokeQ
Has a way of solemnizing folkQ
Though goodness knows in my special caseR
With a cheek that was quite a three quarter faceR
There needed no solemnizing powerH
No eerie vibration of midnight hourH
Chilling through heart and thrilling through limbI
To put me en rapport with all things grimI
With all things dreary and dismal and dimI
The whole Night side of Nature see Crow not JimI
Hardly was tolled the day's deceaseS
From the ormolu clock on the mantelpieceS
When a running fire of perplexing knocksS
Seemed to proceed from a rosewood boxS
That stood on a table whereon were laidE
The horrible tools of the surgical tradeE
Somewhat slowly the notes beganT
With minims and then into crotchets ranT
From crotchets to quavers then faster they grewH
Galloping galloping thirty twoH
Beats to the semibreve doubling once moreH
To a semibreve split into sixty fourH
Till failing to follow so rapid a rateE
I gave in at a hundred and twenty eightE
I was scared I confess but the wish to knowP
Was stronger than terror of ghostly foeP
And stealthily stealthily nearing the knocksS
I pressed my ear on the rosewood boxS
And fancied I could discern beneathU
The peculiar rattle of chattering teethU
Which as need hardly be said or pennedE
Set each particular hair on endE
Froze all my young blood in a moment of timeV
And curdled my bile and my chyle and my chymeV
But though terror undoubtedly gained the dayE
Yet curiosity too had its wayE
And the first had no sooner sung out AvauntE
When the second cried Stay what the deuce do you wantE
Often as I have told the taleW
This particular part is so 'like a whale 'X
That I always feel an apology dueE
For insisting upon it as perfectly trueE
This is what followed a grinding noiseS
A friction of bones that grew to a voiceS
And I heard these words on my honour I didE
'Hi Cooey You fella Open 'm lid 'X
Trembling all over from foot to headE
'How shall I open it Spirit ' I saidE
'Lies there oh lies there no key aboutE
For how can I open the coffer without 'X
A kind of an audible ossified grinY
A gnashing of laughter came from withinY
And little by little I understoodE
'You fella new chum You no goodE
White fella crawler you no goP
Key in 'm lock my word 'tis so 'X
It was so indeed I opened and loP
An afrit A goblin A bottle imp NoP
Simply a Human Skull enshrinedE
In rosewood padded and velvet linedE
A low type of skull as one could seeS
From the brutish depression where forehead should beS
Yet surely precious in some degreeS
To judge from the case not to mention the keyS
And the lock by a well known patenteeE
All was still for three minutes at leastE
Knocks and voices alike had ceasedE
There lay the skull as silent and dumbV
As Lot's wife's salted craniumV
Had it been all a gross mistakeZ
In the frenzy begotten of molar acheZ
Was the whole affair but a fancy freakA2
Forged in the heat of a throbbing cheekA2
Was it all but rather than wait the eventE
I determined to make the experimentE
So summoning courage a query to frameV
I boldly inquired 'You there what name 'X
Which to supply explanation dueE
Is the Lingua Nigra for 'Who are you 'X
This is what followed a grinding noiseS
A friction of bones that grew to a voiceS
And a slight elevation I certainly sawS
Of the skull as if raised on the under jawS
And this time beyond the chance of mistakeZ
My senses about me and wide awakeZ
No victim of frenzy no fancy's gullK
I heard the words 'Me King Billy's Skull 'X
Alas poor Billy I knew him wellB2
In his full corporeal personnelB2
But a man might give his own father the go byC2
Were there only his brain pan left to know byC2
And this was Billy the last of his raceS
That sightless mask was his regal faceS
How oft from the cavity withinY
Those fangs now set in ghastly grinY
Had I seen the curling smoke proceedE
Of the eleemosynary weedE
A cavity even now displayedE
Through a gap for his pipe expressly madeE
Here where the Kingly glance shot throughE
Two eyeless sockets appal the viewE
And where flourished the fibre of Cocoa nutE
Is an utterly towless occiputE
But scant was the time to moralizeS
For soon a light in the place of the eyesS
A wild looking diabolical sparkD2
Like the eye of an angry cat in the darkD2
Came and went and went and cameV
The spirit of Billy perhaps aflameV
And deeming it such 'What would you pray 'X
I asked in a stammering tremulous wayE
'What is your will oh William sayE
William rex dei gratia 'X
This is what followed a grinding noiseS
A friction of bones that grew to a voiceS
'You take me out go long o'streetE
You come place where three road meetE
S'pos'n keep middle till come to bridgeE2
Cross over creek an' go up ridgeE2
Up on 'im top lie down hollow treeS
Lift up big sheet o' bark you seeS
Bones of brother belongin' to meS
Take 'im up head put mine fella downM
You fetch 'im brother head back to townM
Put 'im in box lock 'im up like o' hereH
Dash no do me my oath No fear 'X
What COULD it all mean Three days agoP
I had seen this monarch in earth laid lowP
How had his fleshless skull returnedE
From the grave where I saw him so 'quietly inurned 'X
And what upon earth was the drift of the darkD2
Allusion to Dash in his closing remarkD2
And what could import a mission so strangeF2
This visit to death this mysterious exchangeF2
And wherefore of all men should I be selectedE
To pending an answer I did as directedE
And in less than an hour the exchange was effectedE
King Billy supplanted the box closed once moreH
And myself fleeing forth from the surgery doorH
Time and the hour as Shakespeare saysS
Run through the very roughest of daE

James Brunton Stephens



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