Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum