Those children’s chaos under the trees
Involves him in its mystery
Until the desolate years release
His fierce goodbye to history,
And sometimes as he richly sees

The leaves fidget in the wind
Remembers that morning sun’s amen
While he eloped with his vocation
And was never seen again
Attending trivialities.

—Francis Boylan, from “The Tramp”
Photography Credit Norman Parkinson, Lady Curre’s Itton foxhounds, Vogue

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