| PAST ruin’d Ilion Helen lives, | |
| Alcestis rises from the shades; | |
| Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives | |
| Immortal youth to mortal maids. | |
| Soon shall Oblivion’s deepening veil | 5 |
| Hide all the peopled hills you see, | |
| The gay, the proud, while lovers hail | |
| These many summers you and me. Walter Savage Landor ============================== to my sister in memory of all the wished for playhouses- |
we came to the towers after long rains;
well, we imagined it that way
when the ground was spongy
and dotted with violets
and the wind so green
it took all Time away;
and there we saw the sunsets
through the ruins, their strange embroidery
and wanted to play this was our house
where castles once stood
and now, only broken porticos.
still we may visit in dreams
on days when the mist lies thick
upon old windowpanes
and find once more the moonglow
in the sunned on stones
and wonder wonder do you suppose
when the honeysuckle climbs past
the frail rose window, does the princess know
if living anywhere else than this
could be the same?
and the rains swept in with their refrain,
from violet shadows summoned
to murmur, no, oh no...
mary angela douglas 10 july 2016
