Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.
For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.