From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum