1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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