Forty years ago...
He asked, I said yes, he wrote this...
In which he finds
a wife at last
on the Isle of Stones)
They meet in Arden
Two young lovers
He asks her to wed him
She is Sorceress
witch
his fair enchantress
Her magic is silver & golden
Circe herself upon her own island
could not equal her allure
Like Ulysses
he is held
But unlike the Ithacan
he will sail no further
There is no Penelope
& he will stay w/his lady
of the spells
5 May 1970
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