PREFACE
What be old age but world weariness full of memories and faded dreams with the sun extinguished and the light pallid white memories of those shes with faces reflected in the silvery moon with perfumes wafting o’er crystal pools of amethyst hues where Sphinx and Sirens didst kiss thy lips with flowers bond with light weaved in each tress where trumpets roared and cymbals clashed and flutes sonorous didst sing with fromst those she dancing feet cries of joyousness smiles lust lulling one into to dream