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One For The Ode

An Ode on the Marble Arch Mound


My knee aches, and a weary glumness drains

All hope of ever climbing to the top

Where from a grey and gloomy sky the rains

On soggy sedum turf begin to drop.

‘Tis not for want of keenness I advance

Nor fear of failure though the way be hard

But for an opportunity, perchance,

To spot the distant London Eye or Shard!

Thou wast not built to last, O transient mound

Raised on a skeleton of scaffold poles,

But for a while to soar above the ground

And thrill with glorious views our earthbound souls.

Yet once atop, forlorn I stand and gaze

Through mist at naught my eyes had longed to greet,

And in the gloom of drizzle drear and haze,

I barely see the turf beneath my feet.

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