At The Club Poem by Richard Hovey

When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street,
Cards and billiards lose their sweet;
Conversation on old brasses
Languishes; up go the glasses:-
'Nice complexion!' 'Dainty feet!'
When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street.

Smith forgets the 'toiling masses,'
Robinson, the fall in wheat;
All the club is indiscret.
Ah, the wisest men are asses
When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street!