The princess was real enough
But her tower was just a round room
Perched towards the top
Of an ordinary house. Ghosts
Passing by seldom paused
Or thought they heard echoes
Of music they once knew.
The tree beside the house
Had not appeared suddenly from
A piece of stone or seed slipping
Through a hole in a magician's pocket
(What sort of magician has pockets?)
But over many years. Given how often I
Visited it you might think I'd know
What kind of tree it was but
I'd no idea at all then
Nor have I learned since.
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