I heard their footsteps upon the patient stone ...

The gentle houses were warmed by prayer and sunshine - 

Bright lawns were shaded by pollarded trees - 

A cool river ran under mullioned windows - 

Our shadows touched uneven cobbles - 

Women once lived here, removed from the rude world, sheltered by high walls - 

Their soft voices still filled the quiet gardens - 

I heard their footsteps upon patient stone - 

Thursday 25 August 2016

Groot Begijnhof

Louvain

Belgium