There was a land I visited betimes
When I was young and moved in time and space
As in a river of delight, when rhymes
And stories took me far and wide. The face
Of that land bloomed with health and grace; her folk
Made celebration at the season's turns
And for their Faerie Queen all hearts awoke
In joy upon her festival. One yearns
As years amass to feel again the thrill
Of childhood's awe and childhood's power to know
Enchanted Kingdom; there is in me still,
But masked with age, that child of long ago.
Youth's heart, renewed, leaps forth to bend the knee
And honor sovereign liege in fealty.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
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