The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A darling baron pockets precious Mings
Through homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
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
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum