The child of Tantalus once stood, a stone upon the hills of Phrygia; and the bird, the swallow of Pandion, was once a girl.
I would be a mirror that you would always look at me — I would be your dress so that you would always wear me.
I would be water so that I could bathe your flesh; I would be a perfume, dear, so that I could touch you.
And I would be the riband at your breast and the pearls about your throat; I would be your sandal that I might be trodden by your feet.