WAS IT SOME GOLDEN STAR?

Once in another land, Ages ago, You were a queen, and I, I loved you so:

Where was it that we loved — Ah, do you know? Was it some golden star Hot with romance?

Was it in Malabar, Italy, France? Did we know Charlemagne, Dido, perchance?

But you were a queen, and I Fought for you then: How did you honour me — More than all men!

Kissed me upon the lips; Kiss me again. Have you forgotten it, All that we said?

I still remember though Ages have fled. Whisper the word of life,— “Love is not dead.”