1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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