Romance

When I was but thirteen or so I went into a golden town, Gauteng,Maboneng Took me by the hand. My father died,my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams. I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunglight gleams. I dimly heard the Master's voice And boys far-off at play, Gauteng,Maboneng Had stolen me away. I walked in a great golden dream To and fro form school- Shining Popocatapetl The dusty streets did rule. I walked home with a golden dark boy And never a word I'd say, Gauteng,Maboneng Had taken my speech away: I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower- O shining Propocatapetl It was thy magic hour.