"Conceive me as a dream of stone:
my breast, where mortals come to grief,
is made to prompt all poets' love,
mute and noble as matter itself.With snow for flesh, with ice of heart,
I sit on high, an unguessed sphinx
begrudging acts that alter forms;
I never laugh - and never weep.In studious awe the poets brood
before my monumental pose
aped from the proudest pedestal,and to bind these docilelovers fast
I freeze the world in a perfect mirror:
the timeless light of my wide eyes."I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
