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George Gordon Byron - The Vision Of Judgment
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CI.
`But talking about trumpets, here`s my Vision! 
   Now you shall judge, all people; yes, you shall 
Judge with my judgment, and by my decision 
   Be guided who shall enter heaven or fall. 
I settle all these things by intuition, 
   Times present, past, to come, heaven, hell, and all, 
Like King Alfonso. When I thus see double, 
I save the Deity some worlds of trouble.` 

CII.
He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no 
   Persuasion on the part of devils, saints, 
Or angels, now could stop the torrent; so 
   He read the first three lines of the contents; 
But at the fourth, the whole spiritual show 
   Had vanish`d, with variety of scents, 
Ambrosial and sulphureous, as they sprang, 
Like lightning, off from his `melodious twang.`

CIII.
Those grand heroics acted as a spell: 
   The angels stopp`d their ears and plied their pinions; 
The devils ran howling, deafen`d, down to hell; 
   The ghosts fled, gibbering, for their own dominions--
(For `tis not yet decided where they dwell, 
   And I leave every man to his opinions); 
Michael took refuge in his trump--but, lo! 
His teeth were set on edge, he could not blow! 

CIV.
Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known 
   For an impetuous saint, upraised his keys, 
And at the fifth line knock`d the poet down; 
   Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease, 
Into his lake, for there he did not drown; 
   A different web being by the Destinies 
Woven for the Laureate`s final wreath, whene`er 
Reform shall happen either here or there. 

CV.
He first sank to the bottom - like his works, 
   But soon rose to the surface — like himself; 
For all corrupted things are bouy`d like corks,
   By their own rottenness, light as an elf, 
Or wisp that flits o`er a morass: he lurks, 
   It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf, 
In his own den, to scrawl some `Life` or `Vision,` 
As Welborn says — `the devil turn`d precisian.` 

CVI.
As for the rest, to come to the conclusion 
   Of this true dream, the telescope is gone 
Which kept my optics free from all delusion, 
   And show`d me what I in my turn have shown; 
All I saw farther, in the last confusion, 
   Was, that King George slipp`d into heaven for one; 
And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, 
I left him practising the hundredth psalm.
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