The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum