A coercive throat siphons the sky: delineating. Men of Normandy, your dulcet words still flow On aching gusts around these hillock ramparts. Autumns tapestry fell with Harold, listless it Furnishes the margin of an otherwise bleak-boughed Wood. An obstinate robin: the failing furnaces closing Ember, pursues the regressive winter light among the Limbs of a grand oak, laden with iron cloud, low And heavy. The thicket is sparse yet astir, two narrow Eyes, eight square, inky pupils squat below the Russet brow of a thrice augmented cottage: histories White-washed witness, bearing pale stone arms and a Jaunty red-bricked cap.