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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 climbed together—not always for the view.

Walking round our cages like 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 happiness or rue,

And dreams we broke in folly, and seek to build anew,—

Walking round our cages like the lions at the Zoo.