APRIL'S LAMBS

Though I was born in April's prime,
With many another lamb,
Yet, thinking now of all my years,
What am I but a tough old ram?

"No woman thinks of years," said she,
"Or any tough old rams,
When she can hear a voice that bleats
As tenderly as any lamb's."





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GEOFFREY DEARMER



NOUS AUTRES

We never feel the lust of steel
Or fury-woken blood,