A Boy's Virgil.
Dust on the page, from these forgetful years! I brush it off, to see the fading date Written in boyish hand; to find through tears The lad's dear name, inscribed with all the state Of the first day's possession; and to read Along the tell-tale margin, scribbled thick. Here is the note, 'twas writ with guilty speed And here the sketch, with guilty pencil quick; And here's a picture! Was she ever so? Were these her curls and this her merry look Who lieth in her old green grave as low As he is lying? Ah, this faded book! I think not of the bold and storied wrong Done for a woman's fairness, nor of strong And god-like heroes, nor of beauteous youth In game and battle, but, with heart of ruth, About this boy, who laughed and played and read So carelessly! Ah, how long he is dead!
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