REQUITED.

When it’s loud no longer,
And the crowd has dispersed,
You must not linger
For it would be too perverse;
As the pace of your hunger
Will only get worse,
And from your toes to your fingers
Will double its thirst,
And something that’s younger,
And not fully versed,
Will release this anger,
And its tidal surge;
So go whilst the dangers
Have yet to converge,
And be still a stranger
To him or to her.