I was feeling quite poetic,
so I wandered on by to the dark deep woods in the depths of snow;
Once inspired by your own rhymes indelibly blazed upon my soul,
I scribed a thousand lyric words, as set upon my goal,
and whence the gorgeous spark did slowly dim,
I grasped one ember hoping for another whim,
to swell ardent verse beyond eager precipices only I extol.
Tales of Hoffmann