  You taught me ways of gracefulness and fashions of address, The mode of plucking pansies and the art of sowing cress, And how to handle puppies, with propitiatory pats For mother dogs, and little acts of courtesy to cats. O connoisseur of pebbles, coloured leaves and trickling rills, Whom seasons fit as do the sheaths that wrap the daffodils, Whose eyes’ divine expectancy foretells some starry goal, You taught me here docility—and how to save my soul. |
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