No
More,
I Took
A
Lover
On
Tintagel’s
Shore.
I Journeyed
There
To
Take
A
Stand
At
The
End
Of
Land,
And
In
The
Broken
House
Of
An
Ancient
King,
Took
A
Mad
Fling,
And
Then,
Never
Saw
Him
Again.
The
Weathered
Rocks
Remain
In
That
Storied
Place,
And
Often,
I Yearn
To
Return
And
Gaze
Into
His
Beguiling
Face,
Knowing
He
Is
Not
There,
But
Every
Where.