An April Day of a later year:

The Church lies hidden behind a tree.

Yet, to the left of it;
Concealed by a block structure
no longer;

Rise the Saffron and Snow Tower,
The brown Tower of the old hospital to
the left again;

The trees of the park that lap its western
bounds;

And west and
north again,

Where earth and sky meet:
A tower block in the land of
Sefton.

The view of my dreams has returned
threefold.

. . .

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