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This Fabled Milieu
Each of our five peripatetic days together, here in London, As we've strolled between Green Park, St. James's Place, and all the rest of the City of Westminster,
Have seemed to run backwards, like a sea of daydreams, Into a timelessness yet to be transfigured From the history of who we've just begun to become, here.
If we're fortunate enough to assimilate into this fabled milieu, We might discover our passionately entwined identities Aligned with the myths of Lancelot and Guinevere
Or, if not, conjoined, in sweet, poetic harmony, With Anne Hathaway and her theatrical bard, Will Shakespeare, Perhaps Victoria and her abiding admirer, Prince Albert.
Whatever destiny is ours to assume, for now and tomorrow, Will be ours, all ours, just ours, forever, Whenever we relive our romantic epic of England.
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