What light is this, and who art thou,
Thou shadowy, ghastly shape?
A fearful light is shed around,
I quake and dare not stir—
A voice! and husky is its sound—
It says,—"'Ullo! you, Sir!"
Before me was the man I'd praised,
And my illusion fled
When his infernal truncheon raised
A blister on my head.