Gallows View

For my father, Clifford Robinson,

and to the memory of my mother,

Miriam Robinson,

1922-1985

"Now winter nights enlarge

The number of their houres,

And clouds their stormes discharge

Upon the ayrie towres;

Let now the chimneys blaze

And cups o'erflow with wine,

Let well-tun'd words amaze

With harmonie divine.

Now yellow waxen lights

Shall waite on hunny Love,

While youthfull Revels, Masks,

and Courtly sights,

Sleepes leaden spels remove."

Thomas Campion

The Third Booke of Ayres