On A Ruined Castle, Near The Rhine

This was a fortress, firm and stout,
When there was battling round about,
It has been deckt in gala plight,
In days of ladie love and knight ,
It has known carouse and Provençal song,
And the dance right featly tript along,
While the red yuhl log and wassail bowl
Cheered the pilgrim`s thirsty soul.
The swoop of time has been to it
A bounty and a benefit,
It has gained glory from those wings,
Which have annihilated kings;
And now it stands in its massiveness,
Wi` the scars of many an age,
Like a lore encumbered prophetess,
Who has worn away her youthfulness,
In studies deep and sage.

(Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton)


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