1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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