Tom Harper presents his own take on one of Robert Browning's finest.
I stand on solid dirt, carefully
Crafted and Compiled beneath the shadow of the church. And you will say
‘O Noble Duke, the meadow past the fence is calling, fresh and vast’
But watch the light caress its skin.
It gently nurtures foolish kin.
First the sun must set before my eyes
Before I attend the business of my mistress
Beneath the moon’s accusing glare.
Forgotten will my lady lie.