At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come