The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum