My Kingdom for a Verse

I haven't a kingdom, though. It's as easy to offer endless expanses of gold-bearing soil as it is to offer a square foot of barren and parched earth on the other side of nowhere if you have neither.

I'd very much like to say I would give anything, even unto half my kingdom, to anyone who can tell me the rest of this or even put a name to the "Anonymous" that I ought to stick in at the end of it:

A single word, a single page,
The remnants of a distant age;
Fair breezes touch a greener lea,
A brighter sun, a bluer sea –
Naught left to us but poetry.

But that wouldn't be fair when I possess as many kingdoms as I do kings to go with them.

Excuse the rambling. It's been a hectic week so far... Again with the CVs, the Statements of Purpose (beyond, "not flunking out of the course"), the assignments, the sundry other things that seem too minor to mention but somehow fill every free second of your day.

Need I even mention that there are now less than three weeks to midterms? It's become a fact of my life that there are eternally less than three weeks to something. Deadlines... you just have to love them. Or at least tolerate them, since whether or not you like it they're here to stay.

Because if the young Lord Paris goes before you, you really have no option but to follow.