For F.N. Do You, As I Do, Know A Zesty Grief, And Is It Said Of You, 'Curious Man!' I Dreamed Of Dying; In My SpirIt's Heat Desire And Horror Mixed, A Strange Mischance; Anguish And Ardent Hope Were Tightly Knit; The More The Fatal Glass Was Drained Of Sand The More I Suffered, And I Savoured It; My Heart Pulled Out Of The Familiar, And I Was A Child, Eager To See A Play, Hating The Curtain Standing In The Way... At Last The Chilling Verity Came On: Yes, I Was Dead, And In The Dreadful Dawn Was Wrapped. And What! That's All There Is To Tell? The Screen Was Raised, And I Was Waiting Still.