Your castle is deserted, Sir.
Where go your servants?
Where goes your wife?
You live a lonely life here, Sir.
Have you no friends?
For two long days I've watched you, Sir.
The windows darken-
The dogs run wild-
Forsooth, why do you stay here, Sir?
Do hear a child
I left my home when Mamma died.
She buried Papa
With all the kids,
Save but for me who somehow lives-
She felt so cold
With her last breath she whispered: 'Glot! '
'Glottenham Castle.
'Go there! Go there! '
But all I find are fresh-dug graves
And you alone
For two long days I've watched you, Sir.
I'm all but starving-
The fever grows-
I pray you'll find me in your haymow
All alone
Your castle is deserted, Sir.
Do welcome a child
(Of Glottenham Castle, Essex. Black Plague [1300-1350] killed all but one inhabitant.)
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