Eclogue

JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring
To run as boys and girls do in the grass -
At that time leap and hollo and skip and sing
Came easily to pass.
 
And precious little innocents were we.
Said a boy, ‘Now shall we let her be the fox?’
Or a girl, [...]

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