O, come to me, my dear friend.
I do need you
as sailors land.
The lights of dwellings
seem so bright
that I'm ensured: you're right.
We ought to be,
stay in the now.
But don't forget:
the past's alive.
That rovers loved
and kings did fight
(Don't treat me
to this apple pie!).
Once they inhabited our souls,
you'd bear in mind who you were.