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Rh It was more than he could bear;

So one night in mad despair

He took his canvas for the year

('Isle of Wight from Southsea Pier'),

And he hurled it from his sight,

Hurled it blindly to the night,

Saw it fall diminuendo

From the open lattice window,

Till it landed with a flop

On the dust-bin's ashen top,

Where, 'mid damp and rain and grime,

It remained till morning time.

Then when morning brought reflection,

He was shamed at his dejection,

And he thought with consternation

Of his poor, ill-used creation;

Down he rushed, and found it there

Lying all exposed and bare,