1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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