TO .....
THREE ROMPERS RUN TOGETHER, HAND IN HAND.
THE MIDDLE BOY STOPS SHORT, THE OTHERS HURTLE:
WHAT BUMPS, WHAT SHRIEKS, WHAT LAUGHTER TURNING TURTLE.
LOVE, RACING BETWEEN US TWO, HAS PLANNED
A SUDDEN MISCHIEF: SHORTLY HE WILL STAND
AND WE SHALL SHOCK. wE CANNOT HELP BUT FALL;
WHAT MATTER? wHY, IT WILL NOT HURT AT ALL,
OUR YOUTH IS SUPPLE, AND THE WORLD IS SAND.
BETTER OUR LIPS SHOULD BRUISE OUR EYES, THAN HE,
RUDE LOVE, OUT-RUN OUR BREATH; YOU PANT, AND I,
I CANNOT RUN MUCH FARTHER; MIND THAT WE
BOTH LAUGH WITH LOVE; AND HAVING TUMBLED, TRY
TO GO FOREVER CHILDREN, HAND IN HAND.
THE SEA IS RISING... AND THE WORLD IS SAND.
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