1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
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
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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