1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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