The witchery of your face, your voice----" "There you go again! You promised to stop." "How can I, with you as inspiration?
My soul expands,--my heart beats in lilting rhythms, you seem to me a flame goddess----" "Just what is a flame goddess ?" interrupted Patty, who wanted to giggle, but was too polite.
"I see your soul as a flame of fire,--a lambent flame, with tongues of red and yellow----" And now Patty did laugh outright.

She couldn't help it.

"Oh, my soul hasn't tongues," she protested.

"I'm sure it hasn't, Mr.Blaney." "Yes," he repeated, "tongues, silent, untaught tongues,--but with unknown, unvoiced melodies that await but the torch of sympathy to sound, lyrically, upon the waiting air." "Am I really like that?
Do you think I could voice lyrics, myself?
I mean it,--write poetry, you know.

I've always wanted to.