Epigraph   

 
What can I give you but a world of words?

     Some continents, some islands, some

Atolls where palms are crossed beneath the birds.

     Sign of a victory still to come.

 

All is for you: the deserts and the green

     Well-watered places, volcanic heights

And the cool pools where swans at sunset may be seen

     Embellished by withdrawing lights.

 

How would I know this world except for you,

     Who give the explorer time and peace

In which to train his burning-glasses to

     Bring up the marbles from his Greece?

 

But I owe more than this. I owe my heart

     Unfettered and my soul at rest.

To you, who offer more than all my art

     Can match, I give, with love, my best.