Classic Poem

I was once as free as you,
I was once as young as you;
sand to me a sweet pure food,
life to me one oozy slime;
for I was once as long as you,
longer far than most of you:
Now I'm only two short worms—
worms you couldn't call me.

Living two lives, never one,
two small lives, each more than one,
we so twain a twain remain,
twain of one and one of twain.
Treacherous day, a sunny day,
sunniest day that ever I knew,
a thing crawled near cut me in two,
I that once was long like you.