QUOTE : never boast your dead beauties, <br />mine being unto me sweeter <br />(of whose shy delicious glance <br />things which never more shall be, <br />perfect things of faerie, <br />are intense inhabitants; <br />in whose warm superlative <br />body do distinctly live <br />all sweet cities passed away— <br />in her flesh at break of day <br />are the smells of Nineveh, <br />in her eyes when day is gone <br />are the cries of Babylon.)