Pack-and-Prime Lane revisited

(Henley-on-Thames) And I would walk, if I were there, where hedgerows cloister bees and evensong inveigles sheep moving in the fainting light. And I would walk even if rain would freeze mullions on the vine's designs -- if I were there. Celandine would strew patterns on the gilded floor and radiant medallions on the walls would light the way. For in summer I memorized the bloom that I might walk again among the doves from Grey's Court now, as if it were a summer day and I were there.