[Woodland Cemetery, Stockholm Gunnar Asplund & Sigurd Lewerentz 1915-40]
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o’er my island. My dawn bride’s veil, damp and pale, Dissolves in the sun. Love’s web is spun - cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island, Touch me [Islands, king crimson]