Childhood

Out of my window I look, And the boys jo troopiog; by; dices as noisy ;is suar is swi'L't, Hands Uut are mischievous, hoops that are ilctt, And I know that the slivers ylida into their iett, Bj the radden and chunerous cry. I gve at ihc pottering fet Red, likc the cinnamon bear ; And I know, th.it :is onv;ird the suimncr rolls, Ntone hruises will cluster upon thcir soles. And tee stinjfs, in nngry and róscate knolls Will orante! y gleani here and therc. I look on the rcstless hands, That gastase aiuid thcir din; And I know they will re:ich through the orchurd f e nee. And tpite of the measures to w:irn tlicm thence, The biy CTOM dog with jaws luimende, Thcy will gathcr the applcb in. I look on the sturdy iMicks, Kibhed li .. the side of 1 ship; And I know that oft in their flyinjf tracks, 'Ihc brmcf wül foliow with wimtnfo] whacks, And the boys will laste with tlieir writhing backs, LM&b ;tpiica than bvtffcry whip.