"Was it some Golden Star?"
di Gilbert Parker (1862-1932)

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."