A Simile; On Our Want Of Silver, And The Only Way To Remedy It Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEDDFGHHIJCC KKLLBBMNOOLG

As when of old some sorceress threwA
O'er the moon's face a sable hueA
To drive unseen her magic chairB
At midnight through the darken'd airB
Wise people who believed with reasonC
That this eclipse was out of seasonC
Affirm'd the moon was sick and fellD
To cure her by a counter spellD
Ten thousand cymbals now beginE
To rend the skies with brazen dinE
The cymbals' rattling sounds dispelD
The cloud and drive the hag to hellD
The moon deliver'd from her painF
Displays her silver face againG
Note here that in the chemic styleH
The moon is silver all this whileH
So if my simile you mindedI
Which I confess is too long windedJ
When late a feminine magicianC
Join'd with a brazen politicianC
Exposed to blind the nation's eyesK
A parchment of prodigious sizeK
Conceal'd behind that ample screenL
There was no silver to be seenL
But to this parchment let the DrapierB
Oppose his counter charm of paperB
And ring Wood's copper in our earsM
So loud till all the nation hearsN
That sound will make the parchment shrivelO
And drive the conjurors to the DevilO
And when the sky is grown sereneL
Our silver will appear againG

Jonathan Swift



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