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this is what is left of youth!... There were two boys, who were bred up together, Shared the same bed, and fed at the same board; Each tried the other's sport, from their first chace, Young hunters of the butterfly and bee, To when they followed the fleet hare, and tried The swiftness of the bird. They lay beside The silver trout-stream, watching as the sun Played on the bubbles; shared each in the store Of either's garden; and together read Of him, the master of the desert isle,