Classic Poem

What a mystical vision is he,
In a “house” built of “clay,”—
Haunted house that is locked with a key,
And the “key” thrown away!

What a mystical vision is he,
With his heart in a “chest,”
And a “hinge” in his suppliant knee,
And a “sole” ne'er at rest!

What a mystical vision is he,
With a “drum” in his ear,
And a “font” in his eye ever free
To o'erflow with a tear!

What a mystical vision is he,
With a “palm” in his hand,
And the “lines” of his fate as you see,—
Still the “lord” of the land!

What a mystical vision is he,
With a “pipe” in his throat,—
Often piping a song of glee,
Or a sad, sad note!

What a mystical vision is he,
With his hands and his feet
Pierced with “nails” like his Lord on the tree,
And a “beard” like the wheat!

What a mystical vision is he
When a “lid” shuts his eye,
And his “ghost” pays to Charon a fee
That is stamped with a “die”!

What a mystical vision is he,
Whether living or dead!
Still a man, or a god it may be,
With a “crown” on his head.