He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum