37 Now the lawns of the rich are mysterious moats

37                       

Now the lawns of the rich are mys-

terious moats, affluent with the liqu-

id dusk.  One lamp post in the dis-

tance glows, quaint and chivalric.

 

Beyond the wrought-iron gates and or-

nate hedges, people of the manor

pass at their pleasure.  So strangely far

it is from here to where they are.