1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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