Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="35"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>Endymion</p> <p>Your hair was like a honey-coloured flame<br/> Seen through a veil of silver when you came<br/> And took me in your arms that winter night . . .<br/> The moonlight, amorous of your golden hair,<br/> Toyed with it softly, as a woman might<br/> With some bright treasure, delicate and rare.</p> <p>O, young Endymion, risen from the dead,<br/> Born once again to beauty, O bright head!<br/> The moon stoops low to kiss you, as of old;<br/> Stoops graciously from her great throne of pearl,<br/> With outstretched arms mysterious and cold . . .<br/> But you have left her for a mortal girl.</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />