The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come