The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum