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lovely the elder brother's

Life all laced in the other's,

Lóve-laced!—what once I well

Witnessed; so fortune fell.

When Shrovetide, two years gone,

Our boys' plays brought on

Part was picked for John,

Young Jóhn: then fear, then joy

Ran revel in the elder boy.

Their night was come now; all

Our company thronged the hall;

Henry, by the wall,

Beckoned me beside him:

I came where called, and eyed him

By meanwhiles; making mý play

Turn most on tender byplay.

For, wrung all on love's rack,

My lad, and lost in Jack,

Smiled, blushed, and bit his lip;

Or drove, with a diver's dip,

Clutched hands down through clasped knees—

Truth's tokens tricks like these,

Old telltales, with what stress

He hung on the imp's success.

Now the other was bráss-bóld:

Hé had no work to hold

His heart up at the strain;

Nay, roguish ran the vein.

Two tedious acts were past;

Jack's call and cue at last;

When Henry, heart-forsook,

Dropped eyes and dared not look.