The Lost Domaine

Yesterday I read
Le Grand Meaulnes
For the second time
The first time it
Completely enchanted
Me with its mystery
And romance
Mind you I was 14
And easily enchanted;
This time it all
Seemed a bit silly
Why did Meaulnes
Bugger off once
He had married
The beautiful Yvonne ?
Did he fancy her
Loony brother ?
But I still get
A frisson when
On a lonely path
In the French
Countryside I
Spy a mansion
Hidden in the
Trees and catch
A fleeting strain
Of music or the
Sound of invisible
Children;
The past is a
Domaine Perdue
And very few
Of us find our
Way back
To that
Fabled
Estate