He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum