PREFACE
PREFACE
The love of youth what be it what doth it seem to be naught but a dream in which our phantasies gleam where we be prince princess or queen where we do but live our idealized views of he or she the world of make believe that in the real world we make to real Ah but whenst we awake be it a tragedy or do we sleep eternally for eternity in our dream where the real becomes again just the dream