I wonder where the wizards went
Who lured us long ago
With thrill-full tales of untrod trails
And willful winds that blow

From far-off fields and fertile fens
That bend beyond the sun,
Where hopes fly high and dreams don't die
And dauntless deeds are done.

Bemused I sense the siren spell
Of dazzled distant days
When all was new and fears but few
And blameless bliss ablaze.

Pulsating pictures reappear
And flicker by so fast
They mesmerize my misting eyes
And pierce the perished past.

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