What We Think Of
Walking round our cages like the lions at the
Zoo,
We think of things that we have done, and things
we mean to do:
Of girls we left behind us, of letters that are due,
Of boating on the river beneath a sky of blue,
Of hills we cUmbed together—not always for the
view.
Walking roimd our cages Uke the lions at the Zoo,
We see the phantom faces of you, and you, and
you,
Faces of those we loved or loathed—oh every one
we knew!
And deeds we wrought in carelessness for happi–
ness or rue.
And dreams we broke in folly, and seek to build
anew,—
Walking round our cages like the lions at the Zoo.
