compersion & limerence

I am exceedingly proud (and have been for literally hours, I am easy to please): I quoted a piece of poetry in casual conversation and with perfect placement today! Just like all the fan/fiction about fancy British folks.
The snippet was Shelley, from Adonais:

And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise
And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress
The bones of Desolation's nakedness

And the scene was some Mayan ruins in Belize, and a discussion about the post-apocalyptic experience of the 1,000 Mayan villagers living in the ruins of a city meant for 60,000 at the time of the Spanish arriving. 3,000 continuous years of occupation of this place! The fall of empires, man.