Impositions?—little heed scape-graces;
Writing out a book or so of Homer,
Even those were lines in pleasant places!
How we scampered o'er the country, leading
Apoplectic farmers pretty chases,
Over crops, through fences all unheeding,
Stiff cross-country lines in pleasant places.
Yes, and how—too soon youth's early day flies—
In the purling brook which seaward races
How we used to poach with luscious May-flies,