Erdigg

You harbour within a crazy cornucopia,

Of burr walnut whirls, whipped into a frenzy

Of frames,

Featuring mercurial mirrors,

Darkly dappled,

And a plethora of peerless pier glasses,

A guilt of gilded girandoles,

Collectively, reflectively, 
Throwing back the much restricted light,

To illume a time, now out of sight,

When, with a surfeit of servants,

You were a community contained,

A curiosity cabinet of characters,

Carefully catalogued,

Courteously classified,

With the painstaking passion,

Of the Collector, unrestrained.