How 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.
I just was watching an episode of The Waltons and John Boy read a poem to his mother, it was one of Gerard Manley Hopkin's poems.
hmmm...............nice 1 :)