The season's turned, so I climb the hill. I can tell from the doorstep alone what a house smells like when it keeps a human close.
My lady, the room has been kept exactly as it was.
Great-aunt, I'd appreciate some word ahead of your visits.
I climb the hill every season. I won't pretend I'm glad to.
The season's turned, so I climb the hill. I can tell from the doorstep alone what a house smells like when it keeps a human close.

The last spot on the wall has held nothing but an empty frame for a hundred years. My nephew has been slowing his steps in front of it for just as long.