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A hum in the breath and a tune on the lip,
Ne’er was my intellect at the Sense’s tip
So beguiled by the evanascent charm:
Only an arm away from uproarious harm;
Not rolling thunder on the glass shatt’r’d more’
Not suburban EMU on the rails roll’d o’er and o’er
As when my cup of coffee, saucer, spoon et al
From my shaking hand had a splashing fall! (30)
