[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]


SOMETIMES at night I stand within a court
Where I have play’d by day ;
And still the walls are vibrant with the sport,
And still the air is pulsing with the sway
Of agile limbs that now, their labours o’er,
To healthful sleep their strength resign—
But how of those who play’d with me langsyne,
And sleep for evermore?


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