in days gone by
now, it just sits there
can you imagine what it was like the day they had to walk away and leave it behind ?
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.
— Charles Dickens said that