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Forsaken in an open field With gaping holes for windows The shell of a great house remains. On the side of the road An abandoned church is seen: Valerian lines the tops of walls And the silent tower is left To owls and bats. On a mound a Norman keep Stands in the grip of ivy and inside A layer of nettles covers the floor. At the bend of a river a roofless abbey Watches over a collapsed graveyard While in its nave mud-spattered cattle Ruminate and stare blankly. |
