Conversation

I met a traveler from an icy land
Who said—"Two dry and fleshless pits of plum
Lie in the dustbin... near them, on the floor,
Half stained with purple juice a napkin lies,
Whose tears and wrinkles tell
That its user well those plums enjoyed;
And on the napkin, these words appear:
I have eaten the plums
That were in the icebox;
Look on my works, ye Hungry, and despair!
Nothing beside remains."