ROMANCE

by: W.J. Turner

      HEN I was but thirteen or so
      I went into a golden land,
      Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
      Took me by the hand.
       
      My father died, my brother too,
      They passed like fleeting dreams,
      I stood where Popocatapetl
      In the sunlight gleams.
       
      I dimly heard the master's voice
      And boys far-off at play,
      Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
      Had stolen me away.
       
      I walked in a great golden dream
      To and fro from school--
      Shining Popocatapetl
      The dusty streets did rule.
       
      I walked home with a gold dark boy,
      And never a word I'd say,
      Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
      Had taken my speech away:
       
      I gazed entranced upon his face
      Fairer than any flower--
      O shining Popocatapetl
      It was thy magic hour:
       
      The houses, people, traffic seemed
      Thin fading dreams by day,
      Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
      They had stolen my soul away!

'Romance' is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.

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