1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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