'On this plain house where I

Dwell and shall doubtless die

As did my plain forefathers in times past

I see the willow's light-limbed shadow cast.

 

I watch in solitude

Its flying attitude

Laid on that brick and mortar soberness

Like the sharp imprint of a fleeting kiss.

Just so, I think, your shade,

Alien and clear, was laid

Briefly on this plain heart which now plods on 

In this plain house where progeny is none.'

 

Sylvia Townsend Warner


 

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