It's been a while since I posted a Monday musings. Here's a poem that I discovered while reading Cassandra Clare's City of Glass. It's by T. E. Lawrence (ie. Lawrence of Arabia) and was written in honor of an "S.A." (whose identity remains anonymous).
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To gain you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house,
that your eyes might be shining for me
when I came.