Alfred Edward Housman (Àëüôðåä Ýäâàðä Õàóñìàí)

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. Wake Not For The World-Heard Thunder
2. Hughley Steeple
3. If Truth in Hearts That Perish
4. When The Eye Of Day Is Shut
5. On Your Midnight Pallet Lying

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