"Go find my Dream Girl.

Go carry her this message from me.

Freight your breath with spicy pollen, sun warmth, and flower nectar.

Fill all her senses with delight, and then, close to her ear, whisper it softly, 'Your lover is coming!' Tell her that, O South Wind! Carry Araby to her nostrils, Heaven to her ears, and then whisper and whisper it over and over until you arouse the passion of earth in her blood.

Tell her what is rioting in my heart, and brain, and soul this morning.