1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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