Lament For Lost content.
Houseman’s imagery of “the land of lost content” has a particular resonance for me. During an uncertain wartime and post-war childhood, my happiest memories were visits to an ancient great aunt who had hardly ever left the village of her birth, and seemed to live in a Victorian “time warp”. All too soon, this “paradise” vanished, and “will not come again”. I have often felt angry that this and other happy experiences are so short lived, but I now feel grateful for the memory, which will not vanish.
I have tried to express all this in this piece, which may be regarded as a memorial tribute to Great Aunt Alice, and all those who shared her life.