Vast unknown vistas,
Take me to where my dream's dwell.
Rolling prairies and shaded groves!
Where the warm flowers welcome me home.
Frolic and joy paint my expression
Of this dream, elusive!
Stepping softly, I wish to find
An iron passage of ancient time!
Here I can go forth into fantasy,
enormous and sincere!
Lean the trees of old
Magic and lore they ever behold!
Lord I wish to find
A dream of Elven-kind!
Where the wind speaks
whispered fables of yore!
Oh, how you flush me with flutters!
What is beyond that rolling hill..
Venture forth, I must!
— The End —