To a Millionaire

The world in gloom and splendour passes by,

And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,

A creature of that old distorted dream

That makes the sound of life an evil cry.

Good men perform just deeds, and brave men die,

And win not honour such as gold can give,

While the vain multitudes plod on, and live,

And serve the curse that pins them down: But I

Think only of the unnumbered broken hearts,

The hunger and the mortal strife for bread,

Old age and youth alike mistaught, misfed,

By want and rags and homelessness made vile,

The griefs and hates, and all the meaner parts

That balance thy one grim misgotten pile.

   -Archibald Lampman

Figures of Speech:

Alliteration:

And   thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam – t

A   creature of that old distorted dream – d

Good   men perform just deeds, and brave men die – d

And   win not honour such as gold can give – g

While the vain multitudes plod on,   and live – v

Old   age and youth alike mistaught, misfed – m

By   want and rags and homelessness made vile – v

Personification:

The   world in gloom and splendour passes by

Rhyme Scheme

abbc – Gleam, dream; give, life;

abcb – Vile, pile