Click on the 3 pairs of lines from the poem that deal with the early death of the athlete,
THE time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market place
Smart tad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man