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In wilderness, where Eugene only

Could value his romantic gifts,

He didn’t like visit local landlords,

Who entertained themselves by feasts.

And he kept off their noisy sessions

And the judicious conversations

About haying, taste of wine,

About dogs and kin of mine.

They didn’t excel neither by feeling,

Nor by poetic charming flame,

Neither by wittiness of brain,

Nor by the art of common living.

But conversations of their wives

Were even worse and much less wise.