Soaked, stuffed, and gorged too full by far;
Across my red and bulbous nose
Queen Mab then drove her tiny car;
Whereon I clambered precipices,
And tumbled headlong down abysses,
And roamed among strange edifices,
Till I at last saw Temple Bar.
Yes; there was Temple Bar, no doubt,
Of that I felt completely sure;
Yet there was something strange about