1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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