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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. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
  2. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing
  3. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay
  4. Last Poems. 32. When I Would Muse in Boyhood
  5. More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer


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