Wicker! That is fantastic! I know that poem well, even had to memorize it back in my undergrad days, and didn't think there was any way to improve upon it. It turns out a collaboration between Wicker Man and Teddy has done it. WB Yeats must be smiling down upon ye. Here's one for you from another William I consider just as good: If I when Mrs. Wicker is sleeping and the tobacco plants and Teddy are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in the Night Train Pub dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my mustache, my clenched pipe, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? --William Carlos Williams --Danse Russe By the way, smoking some Carter Hall in a pipe I got for less than $20 shipped from Germany (Granito Vera Radica) and taking a quick break from my work. This pipe is a beauty though. I think I got a great deal.