The Ruined Hall (from The House on the River) live at the Lynn Guildhall.

alternative lyric as published in 'Doin Differen't 2015) 

Strange that an Encyclopaedic Age

Leaves Fye Bridge House un-reckoned on its page.

But wait! a lace-cuffed bard with limpid eye

Is halted by a spirit thrilling by…

‘I haunt the former greatness of this Hall -

Before a ceiling floored its gothic stage,

My cheek is paper-white, my poppy

Mouth the blemish on a poet’s page.’

‘Consumptive spirit! Wild! Unbounded! Free!

O sleepless beauty past all human measure.’

She falls upon the thorns of life. I bleed!

Her gates of Eden open at my ple-….

‘I pine for Ruined Hall and sing

An elegy of days before a floor

Plucked window’s eye and clipped the wings

Of church-like space, staired flights unknown before!’

I charge her cup again, again, and ever:

Our Road to Wisdom’s Palace is Excess;

Her blood lips wailing for her demon lover

And black eyes staring from her naked breasts!’

Repeat ‘Consumptive spirit…’ Chorus

Alas! A pounding at the door, the vision flies.

The Parson calls on business, and the Poem ...dies!