SHELTER'D 'mong the dark fir trees, Stands a castle old and grey; Through its roofless rooms the breeze Wanders night and day. Ivy climbs across its walls, Shells of what they once had been; And in all the mighty halls Grass is growing green. With a throbbing heart I tread Silent chambers where years gone Sire and matron, youth and maid, Pass'd the night with song -- Song of love or fairy tale, Told or sung with bosoms light, As the evening shadows fell, Deepen'd into night. Here the warriors, brave and bold, Hung their swords and shields to rest; Here the friars, young or old, Quaff'd of wines the best; Here the merry and the gay Danced till morning streak'd the east; Here was spread by night and day Aye the lordly feast. All are gone -- the grey-hair'd sire, Matron, youth, and maiden fair, Wandering minstrel-bard whose lyre Thrill'd the brave hearts there; All are gone -- their graves are near -- Grass o'ergrown on every side -- And nor sound nor voice I hear, Save the fretting tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN |