Intent winds disturb the slumber
Of the Yew trees; trimmed or humble,
Watching at the guard posts of the
Barricaded house.
Slate grey clouds above far meadows
Skulls with antlers cast great shadows
‘Bove the brick framed doorway, and owns
Canons Ashby house.
Dark wood panels, faded colour,
Cobwebs hang in lifetime’s squalor,
Gold framed lords of noted pallor,
Hardly lived-in house.
Cracks in creaking floorboards showing
Light...
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