Part 1 — Unshackled Thoughts on Chivalry, Romance, Adventure, Etc.
Reading edition
Yesterday afternoon, while I was walking on Worth Street, A gust of wind blew my hat off. I swore, petulantly, but somewhat noisily. A young woman had been near, walking behind me; She must have heard me, I thought. And I was ashamed, and embarrassedly sorry. So I said to her: "If you heard me, I beg your pardon." But she gave me a frightened look And ran across the street, Seeking a policeman. So I thought, Why waste five hours trying to versify the incident? Vers libre would serve her right.