Inspired by Robert Browning Don’t mind the bell for it bids to foretell, by the jounce rattle of the ring, that within this port will course bits of despair which bring the timeless waste of precious ware to rest upon these shelves seen both here and there. Perhaps you have come with thought’s of another, or to glance precise at the flirtatious Duchess, Porphyria’s Lover or Lucifer’s mother. This once unfettered space gives up swan or swoon spent through turbulent twists of time the mannered stone, a quiet tone, the means of chivalrous atone, rare words spent freely, the minted heads of ancient riches. Each await with patient reserve to serve new masters; fresh melodies from threadbare lyrics; grey themes to be given new schemes; time reset for urgent generations. Oh! This space is not as empty as first appears to you. Once born of a swollen heart, the unseen veiled and hollow mortal spirits immured here evermore have come for less than a mere pittance. Lost of neither breath nor soul, spilled only of the empty wraith from no less than contempt’s pretence of pious pride. Conceived of betrayal’s incarnate deception, each now void of any shared sentiment save shredded affection; all for the petulant pursuit of envy’s petty distractions. Take leave now to retrieve as you will. Though these treasures, their worth no longer apprised by earthly means, nor to be reclaimed or sustained, shall dwell without recourse as eternally mine. For to be denied once is to be denied forever. Châz