The Winter Knell

A lot has happened since you left these halls,
these unhallow’d, shallow’d, marbled, quiet doors
no longer are lively, spritely talks in-walls,
Nor has the sun bounced, nor pounced off the floors.

Whilst you were here, the gardens simply sang,
sang forth the triumphs of your bespoke deeds!
Above the roofs the clearest of clear bells rang
and birds above the sky flew bright and free!

But, you have left behind a shadow. Near
to us we find the chill of winter snowfall,
though it be closer to June than December.
You’ve gone and left the ground a deadened pall.

When you return, will the flowers once again
untie the air with your sepulchered scent?


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