Did you come with me to Walsingham,
One lovely April
day?
Spend afternoons on the grassy dunes,
That fringe the sea
nearby?
Did you run your hand along the wooden strand
That leads to the
Restaurant there?
And did you go when the bell chimed low,
To the Shrine
House to shed your care?
Starlings flock around the Turret clock,
Then over the gardens
they play,
Have you heard them cry as they climb the sky,
And to see them
you've wanted to stay?
On the Northern side far away mounts the tide,
To a point where
rocks with pink Thrift sway,
Did you follow the path winding back and
forth,
From the Ruins to the nearby Bay?
And have you been to the Slipper desmesne,
At the time of a storm
to pray?
The rain gives a sheen and Our Lady is seen
To gleam on the next
sunny day?
At the iron grille by the Holy Well,
Away from the little
Hill,
There's a thud and a shock as water hits splock,
Can you hear it,
feel it still?
Do you still recall the best moment of all,
When you stood beside
me to hear,
The mingled rush of our thoughts in the hush,
That said,
"We'll remember all year"?
So now we are back, and once more we break,
Our day with the
Angelus dear,
And will you then go again just to know,
The stone path our
footsteps will cheer?
written by Rosemary Goulding
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