The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, <br />He passed through the doorway into the street, <br />A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, <br />And he uttered some words that were far from sweet. <br />And then he started to follow the chase, <br />And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet, <br />It made the people pause in a crowd, <br />And lay odds as to which would beat. <br /> <br />The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat, <br />The errand-boy shouted hooray! <br />The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand, <br />And smiled in a very rude way; <br />And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words, <br />But never, until to-day, <br />Did I hear any words that were quite so bad <br />As I heard that young man say.'<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-s-hat/
