From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum