I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

In My Garden The Winds Have Beaten The Ripe Lilies; In My Garden, The Salt Has Wilted The First Flakes Of Young Narcissus.

The Things I Have Are Nameless, Old And True; They May Not Be Named; Few May Live And Know.

There Is No Man Can Take, There Is No Pool Can Slake, Ultimately I Am Alone; Ultimately I Am Done.