Into Our First World

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.

~ Burnt Norton, TS Eliot

The gate, Sheafhayne Manor, Yarcombe, England.