But soft, on what yon pole doth break

the breath of heaven’s dew,

in frozen apparition sweet

to tempt a child of two

to get him hence and lick said pole

with tongue egressed in kind;

Forsooth, what pain for him whose flesh

doth overpower mind!

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Verily and anon, I beg of thee – keep thine tongue within its housing when thou dost wander past a tempting flag pole!