In article <3qr3gb$cn4@nntp.igs.net>, wayne 
writes:
>Has any of Harry's fan determined who was Cory? - as in
>"Corys coming
>No more sad storys coming
>my midnight moolight mornin' glory's coming
>aren't you girl"
>Let's here your ideas.

	Hmmmm....Who is Corey?  Well, she tells us and the young 
man herself that we could say she "is just a friend."  And that is
what she is.  But is she real in the way the "townsfolk" think of the
word?  Absolutely, not, but she does have an existence for John Joseph
and the young man who is the speaker of the story.

	I have always seen this song as another example of Harry's
celebration of the imagination and the power therein.  We find out
with the young man that John Joseph's Corey is as unreal as his
stories of travel, but we discover that doesn't matter to the old
man who assures us, "Reality is only just a word."  For him, Corey is
just as true and substantial as the hills and  highways are for everyone
else.  She never existed in a Lockian material, but with her Blakian 
substance, she could, in fact, touch his spirit.  As John tells the 
young man, "When she holds you, she enfolds you in her world," I think
he really means that she embodies the world of imagination which is his.
He is the creator of Corey and the world in which she enfolds him, and this
world is his world. He has learned to have the vision that would allow
him to see Blake's "World in a grain of sand/ A heaven in a wild flower."  
He is seeing the world like the child at the beginning of "Flowers Are Red"
because, as we see in "Paint A Picture Of Yourself (Michael)," "The man
keeps getting frightened when the boy's not born again."  By keeping his
childlike imagination, John Joseph is able create a very real dream in
which there are no sad stories, a dream that has a world that is more 
better than the one the townsfolk call home.  He found a better place to 
be.

	Harry's circle keeps spinning around in the this work as the
young man takes John's place and tells his audience that his "Corey's coming
no more sad stories coming. A midnight moonlight morning glory's coming..."
(Side note: This is not Harry's only romantic piece with a woman being 
associated with the moon.  See "Shooting Star")  


                                -Jerry