It is so pretty, romanticised to within an inch, nothing displeases. The quiet moat with water lilies, the turreted tower, and the house with varied detail. To my eye it looks like a folly to be seen as a 'view'.
Now did I see it from Sissinghurst, or from Knole? Reminding me of Tennyson's poem - Mariana in the Moated Grange.....
Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!"
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