Of youth, and hope, and that glad time
When my digestion yet was prime!
The bilious discs I then could eat,
The bell’s wild whangling down the street
Was one of boyhood’s special joys:
I never, never thought it noise.
How joyously at even rang
The tintinnabulary clang!
The gawping jaw, the raucous yell,
I loved them, loved them passing well