Mary Eliza Fullerton
Cubes - Poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton
Nina’s cross: her alphabet
Flung upon the floor.
Hoity toity! in a pet,
Wanting something more.
You have there the whole of it,
All the wisdom and the wit,
On those pretty blocks.
All the science and the verse,
Rearrange, transpose, disperse:
There’s the Bodleian!
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