Be in me as the eternal moods <br />of the bleak wind, and not <br />As transient things are— <br />gaiety of flowers. <br />Have me in the strong loneliness <br />of sunless cliffs <br />And of gray waters. <br />Let the gods speak softly of us <br />In days hereafter, <br />the shadowy flowers of Orcus <br />Remember thee.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/greek/
