That laves my milk-jug with celestial blue.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
Oh, might I vole to some umbrageous chump,—
Depart,—be off,—excede,—evade,—erump!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is charged with the perpetration of certain nonsense verses. His authorship of these has been stoutly denied as well as positively asseverated.
The two poems in question are appended, and if Longfellow did write them they are in no wise to his discredit.
THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl