Cubes Poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton

Cubes



Nina’s cross: her alphabet
Flung upon the floor.
Hoity toity! in a pet,
Wanting something more.

You have there the whole of it,
Little Goldilocks,
All the wisdom and the wit,
On those pretty blocks.

All the science and the verse,
Eastern, European;
Rearrange, transpose, disperse:
There’s the Bodleian!

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