第六十二天

It's 62th day

I'm noboday

Are you noboday,too?

Then there's a pair of us.don't tell

They'd banishi us,you know

How dreary to be somebody

How public,like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring boy

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed

To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need

Not one of all the purple host who took the flag today

Can tell the definition so clear,of victory

As he,defeated dying,On-whose forbideen ear

The distant strains of triumph

Break,agonized and clear