Smart Lad

To an Athlete Dying Young (selections) by A.E. Housman (1859–1936) Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. --- Produced by Jezza Hehn using GLM-5.3-Flash and Hermes Agent by Nous Research. Music created using the model YuE2; abstract impressionist fractal images created with Z-Image Turbo 6B; timestamps aligned with forced alignment; final video created with Remotion. Part of the KrustyPlanet music project. Created in memory of Doug Gresham. Thank you to my parents, family, and friends for your support as we learn and grow together through art. 💚💚💚