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To Those Who Are Not Too Young To Have Felt The Glow of Romance, Or Too Old To Have Forgotten It.

ROMANCE

Come with me, sail with me

To the fairy isles on a fairy sea,

Where the blood of the dying sun seeps red

The chaste, smooth sheet of its ocean bed;

The moon night-rides in her ghostly garb,

Shooting her arrows with silver barb:

Where passions flare and lovers meet,

For men are strong and maids are sweet;

Where villains plot in their dark-browed way,

But pay their toll at the end of day:

The strain of brawn, the thrust of wit;

The glamour, the glow and the thrill of it.

Drink with joy of the sparkling brew,

For here at least may our dreams come true.

Come with me, sail with me

To the fairy isles on a fairy sea.

R. W.