The opening and closing ring

Of pinafored girls,

And the wind that makes the cheek to sting

Blowing back their curls!

There in the midst is Sally Waters,

As it might be I,

With the idle song of Sons and Daughters

Drifting out and by

Sons and daughters! Break, break,

Heart, if you can—

How have they taught us treat sons and daughters

Since I began?

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There is a bank that always gets

The noon sun full;

There we'd hunt for violets

After morning school.

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