WAS IT SOME GOLDEN STAR?

By Gilbert Parker

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.”