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He leant against a lamp-post, lost / In some mysterious reverie: / His head was bowed; his arms were crossed; / He yawned, and glanced evasively: / Uncrossed his arms, and slowly put / Them back again, and scratched his side -- / Shifted his weight from foot to foot, / And gazed out no-ward, idle-eyed.
Grotesque of form and face and dress, / And picturesque in every way -- / A figure that from day to day / Drooped with a limper laziness; / A figure such as artists lean, / In pictures where distress is seen, / Against low hovels where we guess / No happiness has ever been.