Queen's Gambit
That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.
— W. B. Yeats, "Long-Legged Fly"
This is the epigraph to
the Walter Tevis novel
The Queen's Gambit.