Come Back, My Love, For I Never Had You To Start

"Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
Nibble their toast and cool their tea with sighs,"

Oh the apathy of the people here,
And yet the tension is expressly clear.

"Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Forget their tea -- forget their apatite."

How far gone it seems are we,
from the past -- from ferocity.

-John Keats and Me