From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come