That path through Jupiter we know so well
where friendship is warm sand between our toes;
where murmurings are heard before the swell
of wave and water tantalize our nose.
That path to heaven’s place; a youthful beach
where wild among the sea-grape we did tread .
We cast all care aside at arbor’s arch
where hang entangled vines above our head.
Oh, glorious that day when first I glance
with dreamy eyes ablaze in grand delight
my pathway to that surf a red-hot dance.
My heart remembers all within that flight.
My joy is in that overwhelming scene
whenever I remember we were kings.