"Now, though I die, Magpie, this I bequeath:

by any other name, a Jay is still blue.
With the loneliness of you mighty men,
with your mighty kiss
that might never end,
while, so far away, in the seat of the West,
burns the fount of the heat of that loneliness.
There's a man who only will speak in code,
backing slowly, slowly down the road.
May he master everything that such men may know
about loving,
and then letting go"

Joanna Newsom
"Go long"