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Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))


The Nonsense Verse


At the door of my own little hovel,
Reading a novel I sat;
And as I was reading the novel
A gnat flew away with my hat.
As fast as a fraudulent banker
Away with my hat it fled,
And calmly came to an anchor
In the midst of the cucumber-bed.

I went and purchased a yacht
And traversed the garden-tank,
And I gave it that insect hot
When I got to the other bank;
Of its life I made an abridgment
By squeezing it somewhat flat,
But I still cannot think what that midge meant
By running away with my hat. 



Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met
  2. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
  3. Last Poems. 11. Yonder See the Morning Blink
  4. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
  5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together


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