Where
Roses spill
Darkly
As blood
Once ran red,
A spring
Surges mute
Where
A chapel once
Stood,
Plane trees
And ilex
Beneath the
Full moon,
Fourteen steeples
Dwindled
To one-
Bells
Left to the
Velvet
Wings of the bat
A bridge left
Behind
Hangs over
The water-
Marble-skinned
William,
His ebon-haired
Muse
Upon the
Deer-cropped
Lawn
Couple in
Silence-
The silence
Of poets
In the bones
Of a place
The world has
Forgotten.