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I saw you leave wild climes for cultivated bowers
Crossing distant fields through veils of rain,
To reach this formal place of yews and flowers
In Leven’s sculpted manicured domain.

You came to her foreboding eaves of hooded topiary
To nest and coo another woodland sprite:
To find beneath, in hope, the place where she
Reciprocating passions would unite…