Loose-limbed, or lightly, in thought
Left, let go of
Summer on a swing; worlds of
Strife clear above.
With what more shameless, displays
Child's free priviledge
Of time-hung pleasure, envied.
Waits on not one thing.
There wall-sat; or toe-dipping
By some water's edge.
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