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My dear Sir	A
There lies a vale in Ida	B
Lovelier	A
Than all the valleys	C
Of Ionian hills	D
I take it	E
That this is a geographical fact	F
Anyway it is Tennyson	G
And I quote it	E
In order that you may perceive	H
That I have some acquaintance	I
With the higher walks of Literature	A
And am therefore a man	J
Of entirely different build from yourself	K
I was born a poet	L
And have stuck to my trade	M
Unto this last	N
Possibly you were born a bookseller	A
I am willing to give your credit for it	E
But I doubt it all the same	O
For I often think the average bookseller	A
Must have been born a draper	A
The other day I had occasion to do a little book buying	P
It was my first essay	Q
In what I now believe to be	R
An altogether elegant and delightful form	S
Of intellectual recreation	G
Of course I went into a shop	T
From the yawning Cimmerianity at the back of that shop	T
There came unto me swiftly and in large boots	U
A fat youth	V
He bowed and he bowed and he bowed	W
I want a good edition of Shelley I said	X
And he replied straightway	Y
Ninepenceshillingnetoneandsixpencenethalfacrownnettwoandeightpencethreeandninepencefiveshillingsnethalfaguineaandkindlystepthisway	Y
I said Thank you	Z
But I want Shelley	R
Not egg whisks	A2
Whereat he smiled and banged under my nose	B2
A heavy volume	C2
Bound like a cheap purse	D2
And murmured There you are	A
The best line in the market	L
Two and eight	E2
And because I opened it	E
And looked disconsolately at the stodgy running titles	F2
And the entrancing red line border	A
He cast upon me eyes of contempt and disgust	G2
And told me that I could not expect	H2
Kelmscott Press and tree calf	I2
At the money	R
In fact that fat youth	V
Annoyed me	R
He	R
Was	J2
A bookseller	A
Ah my dear Sir	A
When I reflect that whatever I may write	K2
No matter how excellent it may be	R
Must ultimately pass into the hands	L2
Of that fat youth	V
And become to him	M2
Something	P
At ninepenceashillingneteighteenpencetwoandsixnetthreeandninefiveshillingsnetorhalfaguineaandkindlystepthisway	Y
The spirit of my fathers quails within me	R
I know that authorship	N2
Is a trade for fools	O2
Go to	Z
Ninepence me no ninepences	O2
Two and sixpence me no nets	O2
Bring yourself at once	O2
To your logical conclusion	G
And next time I call upon you	Z
For Shelley	R
Sell him to me	R
As you appear to sell Temporal Power	A
By the pound	P2
Avoirdupois	O2

Thomas William Hodgson Crosland

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