Song There's a sound of the flutes and the lutes tonight In the island of Nevercometrue; In a fire-lit isle in the seas of night Black with depth of blue; And the man that might have been I shall dance With woman that might have been you: Under the world where a man remembers More than he ever knew. There's a noise of songs in the gongs tonight, In the garden of Nevercometrue; Under the trees of the terrible flowers That bloom when the moon is blue; And the man that never was I is wed To the woman that never was you-- O nothing nearer than all that is, In Nevercometrue come true. G.K. Chesterton [Published in G.K.'s Weekly, 28th March, 1925]