1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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