The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum