This is a poem I wrote years ago – it is lurking around somewhere on the web, but being in the Murmuring Woods made me think of it and dig it out again.
If only life, instead of being drab and commonplace,
Could be adventurous again, a song;
If genie’s lamps could still be bought for coppers
In the marketplace
And a prince in silken robes could mingle
With the throng
Of common people.
They would see him set forth with sword in hand,
And Heaven’s Grace,
And I, his faithful squire,
To seek the Questing Beast – dragon – unicorn –
And rest by night with stars aloft
As music drifts like woodsmoke
From a silver horn.
Tis true, such glamor’d things
In our time cannot be –
But look beneath this dull cloth.
You might see,
A flash of gold,
A glimpse of gorgeous tapestry.