Oh shall I see the Thames again? The prow-promoted gems again, As beefy ATS Without their hats Come shooting through the bridge? And "cheerioh" and "cheeri-bye" Across the waste of waters die, And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.
And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.Maurice Bowra
As low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge.Dante Gabriel Rossetti