1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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