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100 By the sound of voices and of heavy feet— One of the sounds of life that I remember, Though I forget so many that rang first As if they were thrown down to me from Sinai.

So I remember, even to this day, Just how they sounded, how they placed themselves, And how the game went on while I made marks And crossed them out, and meanwhile made some Trojans. Likewise I made Ulysses, after Isaac, And a little after Flaxman. Archibald Was wounded when he found himself left out, But he had no heroics, and I said so: I told him that his white beard was too long And too straight down to be like things in Homer. "Quite so," said Isaac.—"Low," said Archibald; And he threw down a deuce with a deep grin That showed his yellow teeth and made me happy. So they played on till a bell rang from the door, And Archibald said, "Supper."—After that The old men smoked while I sat watching them