A Vision. By The Author Of "christabel." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEE FFGHIIJKIILLMMJKEE NNOPQQEERRSSTTEE UUVWLPXXXXYYZZA2A2B2 B2WWC2C2D2D2E2E2EEUp said the Spirit and ere I could pray | A |
One hasty orison whirled me away | A |
To a Limbo lying I wist not where | B |
Above or below in earth or air | B |
For it glimmered o'er with a doubtful light | C |
One couldn't say whether 'twas day or night | C |
And 'twas crost by many a mazy track | D |
One didn't know how to get on or back | D |
And I felt like a needle that's going astray | A |
With its one eye out thro' a bundle of hay | A |
When the Spirit he grinned and whispered me | E |
Thou'rt now in the Court of Chancery | E |
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Around me flitted unnumbered swarms | F |
Of shapeless bodiless tailless forms | F |
Like bottled up babes that grace the room | G |
Of that worthy knight Sir Everard Home | H |
All of them things half killed in rearing | I |
Some were lame some wanted hearing | I |
Some had thro' half a century run | J |
Tho' they hadn't a leg to stand upon | K |
Others more merry as just beginning | I |
Around on a point of law were spinning | I |
Or balanced aloft 'twixt Bill and Answer | L |
Lead at each end like a tight rope dancer | L |
Some were so cross that nothing could please 'em | M |
Some gulpt down affidavits to ease 'em | M |
All were in motion yet never a one | J |
Let it move as it might could ever move on | K |
These said the Spirit you plainly see | E |
Are what they call suits in Chancery | E |
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I heard a loud screaming of old and young | N |
Like a chorus by fifty Vellutis sung | N |
Or an Irish Dump the words by Moore | O |
At an amateur concert screamed in score | P |
So harsh on my ear that wailing fell | Q |
Of the wretches who in this Limbo dwell | Q |
It seemed like the dismal symphony | E |
Of the shapes' Aeneas in hell did see | E |
Or those frogs whose legs a barbarous cook | R |
Cut off and left the frogs in the brook | R |
To cry all night till life's last dregs | S |
Give us our legs give us our legs | S |
Touched with the sad and sorrowful scene | T |
I askt what all this yell might mean | T |
When the Spirit replied with a grin of glee | E |
'Tis the cry of the Suitors in Chancery | E |
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I lookt and I saw a wizard rise | U |
With a wig like a cloud before men's eyes | U |
In his aged hand he held a wand | V |
Wherewith he beckoned his embryo band | W |
And they moved and moved as he waved it o'er | L |
But they never get on one inch the more | P |
And still they kept limping to and fro | X |
Like Ariels round old Prospero | X |
Saying Dear Master let us go | X |
But still old Prospero answered No | X |
And I heard the while that wizard elf | Y |
Muttering muttering spells to himself | Y |
While o'er as many old papers he turned | Z |
As Hume e'er moved for or Omar burned | Z |
He talkt of his virtue tho' some less nice | A2 |
He owned with a sigh preferred his Vice | A2 |
And he said I think I doubt I hope | B2 |
Called God to witness and damned the Pope | B2 |
With many more sleights of tongue and hand | W |
I couldn't for the soul of me understand | W |
Amazed and posed I was just about | C2 |
To ask his name when the screams without | C2 |
The merciless clack of the imps within | D2 |
And that conjuror's mutterings made such a din | D2 |
That startled I woke leapt up in my bed | E2 |
Found the Spirit the imps and the conjuror fled | E2 |
And blest my stars right pleased to see | E |
That I wasn't as yet in Chancery | E |
Thomas Moore
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