A SPANISH Castle long ago I built, Where Love and I might keep our holiday; In its fair court the fountain's sparkling play Plashed light and music, and the happy lilt Of singing birds with yellow sunshine gilt Called -- mate to mate -- in amorous roundelay; And there, I thought, sweet Love might live alway, And my libation to the gods I spilt. Fair 'gainst the western sky my Castle rose; Men envied me who saw its turrets shine Agleam with sunset lights of burning gold; And Love was lord, and well to rule Love knows, And I was his, and he was all divine -- But I forgot that Love, himself, grows old. |