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. 

1. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
2. More Poems. 24. Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass
3. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
4. Last Poems. 32. When I Would Muse in Boyhood
5. Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting

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