I shake off the leaves of an
unshakeable tree. Monstrous
bromides have I. 'Do not, then,
leave me here, like this, just
shaking.' Before me, the run
of hill and dale is certain - like
all those things we know of, we
are, we claim, so sure. Before I
was twenty-five, I was ancient.
Take heed - it shall be your
turn soon as well.