1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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