by O.W. Firkins
To Jane Austen
O thou who to romance's sleights
Didst come as dawn to elves and sprites,
Replacing spectre-haunted nights
With daylight's genial reign;
Shrewd exorcist--who couldst so well
Romance's goblin bands expel,
Yet keep thine own unrivalled spell,
How doth thy bodkin's slender steel
Men's frailties and raults reveal!
To theee Achilles is all heel,
Thou lash of Folly's train!
Thou scourgest tomboy, cynic, grig,
The man whose diction is all wig,
The snob, the autocrat, the prig,
Thou seekest truth, and when 'tis found
Thou dost its sportive whims confound;
The shafts, the stables, and the pound
Shall now its pranks restrain;
It dreads thy logic's bristling fence,
Thy files of serried evidence,
Thy panoplied, embattled sense,
I know thy passion's cautious throes,
Its timed and tactful overflows,
Its firmly regulated glows,
Its exemplary pain;
Oh, if a tense could court a mood,
Or axioms propositions wooed,
Their raptures were not more subdued,
O little world so trim and flat,
Where Fate must straighten his cravat,
And Death himself must use the mat,
Ere they could entrance gain!
Thine earth a box of mignonette,
A bird-cage in a window set,
A shelved and shapely cabinet,
Was e'er a keen, satiric bent
So quaintly, comically belent
With smug and purring self-content,
And homiletic strain?
A Puck in cassock or a nun
In motley--art thou both or one?
O frolic lore, O surpliced fun,
In explicable Jane!
What pen could draw thee, line by line,
With art ironic and benign,
And truth unflawed; what pen but thine
O woman sage and sane?
I would this gladdened world might see
Another Jane to laugh at thee,
Rare target for rare archery,
Lightly through time thy figure trips,
Skirt lifted where the highway dips
Thy brow now crinkled, now thy lips,
As mirth rules or disdain:
The barred and bolted centuries
Thou frontest with unerring keys,
The Park, the Abbey, Emma--these
Shall swift admission gain:
And if the porter claim a fee,
Fling Pride or Sensibility:
The flattered door shall ope for thee,
This text was originally digitized by Catherine Dean for her "Jane Austen E-Texts, Etc." website, and is archived at Molland's with Ms. Dean's permission.