The lawn, the grounds were trodden and waste: the portal yawned void. The front was, as I had once seen it in a dream, but a well-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking, perforated with paneless windows: no roof, no battlements, no chimneys--all had crashed in.
Porque la explanada estaba desierta y la fachada era, como ya la viera una vez en sueños, una sola pared, alta y frágil, agujereada por ventanas sin cristales, tras las que no quedaba nada. No había techo, ni almenas, ni chimeneas.