This is a found poem I wrote using Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. A found poem uses lines and phrases directly from the text of a work and fashions them into a poem. The numbers at the end of the lines give the page numbers on which I found the lines (using the Barnes and Nobles Classics text). Enjoy. (The ellipses indicate a separation between phrases in the text and do not affect the reading of the poem.)
About three o'clock of a black winter morning (7)
I . . . began to look round me and take stock of . . . the world; (67)
I was driven to reflect . . . on that hard law of life: (67)
Man . . . must know his own state; . . . that his days are counted. (39)
A good fire glowing and chattering on the hearth, (54)
All the folks asleep—street after street, (7)
But . . . my heart sinks and my hand trembles (59)
Laboring under a blackness of distress. (59)
After I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn (40)
I am the chief of sinners . . . and . . . sufferers also; (40)
But I have gone too far to . . . be . . . restored from death; (65)
I feel I must die . . . even with tears of penitence. (66)