  OVER the hills of Memory And the seas of Long Ago, A princess dwells in a lone land Where quiet fountains flow; A princess dwells in a grey land Where harsh winds never blow, Over the seas of Memory In a kingdom of Long Ago. There is peace in the quiet morning, There is ease in the restful noon, There is calm in the placid starlight And the magic of the moon; And ever a princess wanders By poppied paths and sweet; Dim lilies sway to her girdle, Dream violets kiss her feet. Her hair is crowned with the dawning, Her arms enfold the day, But the secret of the moonlight Dwells in her eyes for aye. Her soul is a sacred garden Where mystical flowers uprise, The violets of Eternity And the lilies of Paradise. Princess, our barques will never sail, Our eyes will never know The glory of your loveliness In the land where the fair winds blow, But ever you rule with a deathless love, While the years drift to and fro, Over the seas of Memory In your kingdom of Long Ago. |
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