He looks at her, looks and looks, and he forgets that disappointment, for there is no poem of Byron's about this, all though he's quite sure all his poems are about her.

THIS IS SO AWESOME I THINK IT HAS MADE ME GIDDY. JUST, WONDERFUL. (Hahaha, I loved the little detail of Dru putting the shopkeeper's pince-nez on. And I also loved everything.)