What sake! O for what sake!


Plan well, sprinters!
Predatory hopes—the heart’s sprinters!
Sprinters of fastest feet!  Fear’s sprinters!
Sprinters crushing the forming, murky, ashen crop!
O, crushing that crop, those fragile stalks and future amber waves!
O feckless, irreverent sprinters.

Sprinters crushing

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