The Elgin Marbles have stood up well, true,
not wasting much under the rude press of time,
considering their grief and all the tears they’ve shed,
air-conditioned comfort now
in the British Museum notwithstanding,
cold comfort that, when their sad hearts
are crying, sick with the undescribable pain
of two centuries separation from home.
But now they take heart from growing
Grecian cries for their return,
their hope is it will be coming any day.