“So, after the sore torments of the route, Toothache and headache, and the ache of mind, And huddled sleep and smarting wakefulness, And night and day, and hunger sick at food, And twenty-fold relays, and packages To be unlocked, and passports to be found, And heavy well-kept landscape—we are glad Because we entered (Persia) in the Sun.” D. G. Rossetti. |