The report of its sale for 26 million reminds me

To check all the photos from 2010 to find the

Royal couple seated on a bench above the reservoir

Faces tilted to the south-east, their bodies narrowing

To the waists, yet full enough around the shoulders

And the legs to give their shape authority. Her folded

Hands are delicate, while his, resting on bench and thigh

Are elegantly relaxed. Intimate with each other, they are shy

Of those who come to look, as they enjoy their view of Scar

Hill across the water, over the years, and over those who marred

Their beauty by cutting off their heads. They are not here

For ever, more a visit to reveal themselves as creator

Of this land, ceaselessly working its perfection, hill

Valley, stream, and loch with other workers who will

share the task, from those who dig the soil, like women

men and worms to those who sculpt the land, like wind and

rain and frost, secretly turning the minds of human beings

towards loveliness, like the Laird whose appreciative feelings

led him to place sculptures by Rodin, Moore, and Epstein

on this estate, which he made public, only to be undermined

by thieves and vandals. The sculpture has gone but the King

and Queen in their patience and humility continue working

in this place as in Alpha Centauri,in spite of ridicule

and defeat, to make a universe worthy of their rule.