64426: Training

<p dir="ltr"> Not this week nor this month dare I lie down<br> In languor under lime trees or smooth smile.<br> Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown.<br> My lips, panting, shall drink space, mile by mile;<br> Strong meats by all my hunger; my renown<br> Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style.<br> Cold winds encountered on the racing Down<br> Shall thrill my heated bareness; but awhile<br> None else may meet me till I wear my crown.</p>