"As you wish"

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame
I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung
~Oscar Wilde, Flower of Love~

"As you wish"

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame
I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung
~Oscar Wilde, Flower of Love~

"As you wish"

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame
I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung
~Oscar Wilde, Flower of Love~