1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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