1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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