Rondeau Metropolitan
In Harvard Square, when lorries ply,
And noonday clanguors wrack the sky;
When purring demons streak the pave,
Engulfing, like a tidal wave,
What flotsam 'hap the winds blow by;
Fain would I pause with anguished eye
To view the maelstrom ere I try
A passage. E'en how quake the brave,
In Harvard Square!
Since few less timorous than I
Emerge alive, on then, to die!
But stay: look well my corpse to save!
Let the Rotunda be my grave--
But let my hallowed impress lie
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