all was as before on strawberry hill.. spiders gamboled in spoiled air.. a feathered note from the grass troubled a horse.. and the city looked up at those walking down

all was as before on strawberry hill.. brothers made sweets in their father's shop.. and at the median of a work day.. figures opened doors to buy milk and bread

all was as before on strawberry hill.. sounds of play rose and fell..
settling behind weathered walls.. forever bivouaced in happiness

all was as before on strawberry hill.. lovers met under clocks and archways.. steeples punctured slate grey skies.. and arias were sung in the minds of dreamers

all was as before on strawberry hill.. boats ebbed and flowed from a visible moon.. a mechanical sound waxed and waned.. as a songbird exited.. and listened

all was as before on strawberry hill.. pale light folded over the ancient roads anew.. the curve of the earth found a mooring in feet.. and a woman made of prayer, smiled

all was as before on strawberry hill.. save bracken was cleared from the boreen of thought.. and you wore new the ring my labours bought