And the proofman designates their airy, fairy verse as ‘slim,’
And the staff guard by the door with broken bricks,
As they tremulously venture to suggest a modest ‘jim’
For a ‘liquid’ poem, costing eight-and-six!
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STAR GAZING.
I camped last night in a desert grey
’Neath the eyes of a million stars,
For they all had come in their vestments gay,