Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me. - Arthur Symons

O my child, who wronged you first, and began
First the dance of death that you dance so well?
Soul for soul: and I think the soul of a man
Shall answer for yours in hell.

Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
Come to me out of the past, and I see her there
As I saw her once for a while.

What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves.... He must have the passion of a lover.