Strophe

1   2|        Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor
2   2| extinguisher covered its whole form; but though Scrooge pressed
3   3|     Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys,
4   3|       unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older, clearly
5   4|        its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it