1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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