IF THIS IMPORTUNATE HEART TROUBLE YOUR PEACE WITH WORDS LIGHTER THAN AIR, OR HOPES THAT IN MERE HOPING FLICKED AND CEASE; CRUMPLE THE ROSE IN YOUR HAIR; AND COVER YOUR LIPS WITH ODOROUS TWILIGHT AND SAY,THAT MURMURING AND LONGING CAME FROM MARBLE CITIES LOUD WITH TABORS OF OLD IN DOVE-GREY FAERY LANDS; FROM BATTLE-BANNERS;FOLD UPON PURPLE FOLD, OUEENS WROUGHT WITH GLIMMERING HANDS; THAT SAW YOUNG NIAMH HOVER WITH LOVE-LORN FACE ABOVE THE WANDERING TIDE; AND LINGERED IN THE HIDDEN DESOLATE PLACE WHERE THE LAST PHOENIX DIED, ABD WRAPPED THE FLAMES ABOVE HIS HOLY HEAD; AND STILL MURMUR AND LONG; O PITEOUS HEARTS,CHANGING TILL CHANGE BE DEAD IN A TUMULTUOUS SONG; AND COVER THE PALE BLOSSOMS OF YOUR BREAST WITH YOUR DIM HEAVY HAIR, AND TROUBLE WITH A SIGH FOR ALL THINGS LONGING FOR REST THE ODOROUS TWILIGHT THERE......