1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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