Was It Some Golden Star?

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."