The poem itself tells of the poet’s vision on the Malvern Hills. In this trance he beholds a fair “feld ful of folk.” The first vision, by subtle and baffling changes, merges into a series of dissolving scenes which deal with the adventures of allegorical beings, human like Do-wel, Do-bet, and Do-betst, or of abstract significance like the Lady Meed, Wit, Study, and Faith. During the many incidents of the poem the virtuous powers generally suffer most, till the advent of Piers the Plowman--the Messianic deliverer--restores the balance to the right side. The underlying motive of the work is to expose the sloth and vice of the Church, and to set on record the struggles and virtues of common folks. Langland’s frequent sketches of homely life are done with sympathy and knowledge, and often suggest the best scenes of Bunyan. The style has a somber energy, an intense but crabbed seriousness, and an austere simplicity of treatment. The form of the poem is curious. It is a revival of the Old English rhymeless measure, having alliteration as the basis of the line. The lines themselves are fairly uniform in length, and there is the middle pause, with (as a rule) two alliterations in the first half-line and one in the second. Yet in spite of the Old English meter the vocabulary draws freely upon the French, to an extent equal to that of Chaucer himself. We quote the familiar opening lines of the poem. The reader should note the strong rhythm of the lines--which in some cases almost amounts to actual meter--the fairly regular system of alliteration, and the sober undertone of resignation. In a somer sesun, whan softe was the sonne, I shope me into a shroud, a sheep as I were; In habite of an hermite, unholy of werkes, Wende I wyde in this world, wondres to here. But in a Mayes morwnynge, on Malverne hulles, Me bifel a ferly,[26] a feyric me thouhte; I was wery of wandringe and wente me to reste Under a brod banke, bi a bourne syde, And as I lay and lened, and loked on the waters, I slumberde on a slepyng; it sownede so murie. =2. John Gower=, the date of whose birth is uncertain, died in 1408. He was a man of means, and a member of a good Kentish family; he took a fairly active part in the politics and literary activity of the time, and was buried in London.