I Give To You These Verses, That If In Some Future Time My Name Lands Happily To Bring Brief Pleasure To Humanity, The Craft Supported By A Great North Wind, Your Memory, Like Tales From Ancient Times, Will Bore The Reader Like A Dulcimer, And By A Strange Fraternal Chain Live Here As If Suspended In My Lofty Rhymes. From Deepest Pit Into The Highest Sky Damned Being, Only I Can Bear You Now. 0 Shadow, Barely Present To The Eye, You Lightly Step, With A Serene Regard On Mortal Fools Who've Judged You Mean And Hard Angel With Eyes Of Jet, Great Burnished Brow!