1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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