I Will Not Have Roses In My Room Again, Nor Listen To Sonnets Of Michael Angelo To-Night Nor Any Night, Nor Fret My Brain With All The Trouble Of Things That I Should Know. I Will Be As Other Women - Come And Go Careless And Free, My Own Self Sure And Sane, As I Was Once ... Then Suddenly You Were There With Your Old Power ... Roses Were Everywhere And I Was Listening To Michael Angelo.