And then I resolved that thenceforward I would choose for the theme of my writing only the praise of this most gracious being. But when I had thought exceedingly, it seemed to me that I had taken to myself a theme which was much too lofty, so that I dared not begin.
A pounding in his heart gave him a shove –
More like a slap — and set his mind to writing,
Ladies who have intelligence of love.
He had not slept for nights, but stared above
Him at the ceiling till, upon its brightening,
A pounding in his heart gave …