I remember well- the castle:
a silhouette erect,
piercing a ‘Pre-Raphaite' sunset
on the far-side River Hudson;
stiff with mysterious majesty, it stood
ten thousand oxen strong.
I remember- you showed me,
returning from a snowing Poughkeepsie
on the Manhattan ‘evening train'.
In silent admiration
you , at that west-side window sat,
and so
within my heart (a warm gift wrapped)
I give to you-
take back home with you to view
true stars, velvet mountains, wide island skies
and bays of blue.
