By John Delonas
I never knew There was a cemetery here, So close to the tracks Of commerce, And the secluded hedge Where we once made love, Hid this haunted village, Dead colony of a Strange new world In our midst. It rouses the adventurer In me-- A seven-oared argosy Will take me there, And cover me with a golden fleece, And leave me Where the seas of man Cataract over the edge of the world: To dance in the mist Of history' s rainbow, Watching the future fall Into the pool of the evermore.