1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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