Shangri la

Folded in the arms of bliss
larks that sang
sold was I, in the express
dark beauty was the charm  
 
Moulded like a passions stamp
 hidden parts of fairyland
embolden on the notes that sprang
ramparts, in genders golden hand
 
Stolen dreams, the loss profound
bargain in the busy market
tokens where fairy rings surround
organ's song so now departed