A TERM for autumn leaves when all their lovely tints are fled; A mountain in Arabia, lifting high its rocky head; What witches and astrologers pretend they truly are; A state from which I greatly hope your conscience still is far: Those four are all alike, you'll see, in mere pronunciation, But diverse in orthography and in signification. Transpose the second, you will gain the title of a king, And what you would be sure to do if he should enter in; Transpose the fourth, you'll see at once how ancient warriors treated The cities of the enemy, with passion overheated; Transpose the third, and lo! the first will straightway be revealed. Now, reader, I shall like to see this mystery unsealed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE AS NIGHT COMES by CHARLES G. ADAMS EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR ON THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |