Before A Castle

Where lies that ethereal sky?
The one of which you spoke
As from a dream, you woke
Laying under a far less magical sky
Where lies that mirth-promised bosom?
Or that shimmer in the grass of green?
Where is the beauty that I told you I had seen?
Is it here, is it you, is it hid by lyricism?

Though my flippant rhymes may falter
And my words will fall to less
I hope you don't forget
How my body was your alter
and my words your noblesse -
That once, you thought our path was set.