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A long-legged gnat with airy wings, a dart / Sharp as a needle and a searching tusk, / Was flutt'ring round my lamp, clung to my book-shelf, / And wandered over papers. Then I blew / On it, to chase it far away. But no, / Beneath the tempest of my breath it clung / Still faster to the paper's slender shelter / And moved not, till I thought my breath had killed it.
We watched each other; then it flew away.