I came upon the castle…
I came upon the castle where my princess resides,
Perched high upon a fleecy,
Wind-swept down.
She saw me from the ornate balcony
With her dusky eyes of sunlit brown.
She swooned among the long silhouettes of the myrtle trees,
Where soft Baroque symphonies
Glide to the seas,
And to the sunlit tide.
(Her radiant, perfumed tresses are where rare dreams abide.)
I entered the foyers
Where an ancient row of knights stood in array
Against the stony wall,
A wall of ancient gray.
I walked up the stairs
To her father's study,
Amid mahogany, as a servant did call.
