Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.