But my Hiawatha's patience, <br />His politeness and his patience, <br />Unaccountably had vanished, <br />And he left that happy party. <br />Neither did he leave them slowly, <br />With the calm deliberation, <br />The intense deliberation <br />Of a photographic artist: <br />But he left them in a hurry, <br />Left them in a mighty hurry, <br />Stating that he would not stand it, <br />Stating in emphatic language <br />What he'd be before he'd stand it. <br />Hurriedly he packed his boxes: <br />Hurriedly the porter trundled <br />On a barrow all his boxes: <br />Hurriedly he took his ticket: <br />Hurriedly the train received him:<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiawathas-photographing-part-vi/
