1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come