Twice having seen your shingled heads adorable
Side by side, the onyx and the gold,
I know that I have had what I could not hold.
Twice have I entered the room, not knowing she was here.
Two agate eyes, two eyes of malachite,
Twice have been turned upon me, hard and bright.
Whereby I know my loss.
Oh, not restorable
Sweet incense, mounting in the windless night!