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 Different Poem