“With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth,In active games of nimbleness and strength,Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth,Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length.The secret groves, which oft we made resoundOf pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise;Recording oft what grace each one had found,What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.”

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