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Observe him, in the best armchair, / At ev'ry "Service" Club reclining! / How brightly through its close-cropped hair! / His polished skull is shining! / His form, inert and comatose, / Suggests a stertorous repose.
What strains are these that echo clear? / What music on our ears is falling? / Through his AEolian nose we hear / The distant East a-calling. / (A good example here is found / Of slumber that is truly "sound. ")