Choice of you shuts up that peaco*k-fan
The future was, in which temptingly spread
All that elaborative nature can
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing
Simply to choose stopped all ways up but one
And sent the tease-birds from the bushes flapping
No future now. I and you now, alone
So for your face I have exchanged all faces
For your few properties bargained the brisk
Baggage, the mask-and-magic-man's regalia
Now you become my boredom and my failure
Another way of suffering, a risk
A heavier-than-air hypostasis