In Dissuasion

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In Dissuasion

Dan Burns, you’d be a Senator, I hear,

And Senators are persons of much note.

I cannot choose but think it very queer

That you solicit for the place a vote.

Why, don’t you know you’ll have to ride the goat,

Be skyward from a shaken blanket hurled

And put in session on a heated chair

Till your immortal part is more than rare⁠—

Your foretaste of another, warmer world?

’Tis said that all ambitious louts who dare

Aspire to Senatorial fame receive it

In some such fashion, though I don’t believe it.

Still, you’ll suppose that this has all occurred.

If in that Upper House you e’er arise,

Trembly and hot, to speak your maiden word⁠—

Walls, desks, floor, ceiling to your failing eyes

Seeming to blend, and Senators like flies

To spin about in space! Rash man, forbear

To cherish your accurst ambition! Sir,

Your breeding and your character confer

Small right to breathe in that expanded air.

For toads to perch with eagles is to err.

Pray Heaven to send contentment with your station

And bar you from the hauls of legislation.

The toga, if you win it, scarce will serve

To cover up the stripes (where are the stars?)

Which to a fertile fancy seem to curve

Round you like shadows of the prison bars.

Embezzlement, I’m told, exists in Mars,

Where sometimes an official will “convey”

And in “the shadow of the jail” abide

Till it seems photographed upon his hide

And shapes his gait, as if he dragged alway

A ball-and-chain. Upon the Moon’s far side

Dwells such a man, who knows not (goes the story)

Which of the saints he is when out for glory.