To neighboring village school with playing speed
Loitering with passtimes leisure till they quake
Oft looking up the wild geese droves to heed
Watching the letters which their journeys make
Or plucking haws on which their fieldfares feed
& hips and sloes -- and on each shallow lake
Making glib slides were they like shadows go
Till some fresh passtimes in their minds awake
Then off they start anew & hasty blow
Their numbd and clumpsing fingures till they glow
Then races with their shadows wildly run
That stride huge giants oer the shining snow
In the pale splendour of the winter sun.
Early Poems II 586
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Absolutely fab.
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