SUMMER was on thee—the meridian light, And, as we wander'd through thy column'd aisles, Deck'd all thy hoar magnificence with smiles, Making the rugged soft, the gloomy bright. Nor was reflection from us far apart, As clomb our steps thy lone and lofty stair, Till, gain'd the summit, tick'd in silent air Thine ancient clock, as 'twere thy throbbing heart. Monastic grandeur and baronial pride Subdued—the former half, the latter quite, Pile of king David! to thine altar's site, Full many a footstep guides, and long shall guide; Where they repose, who met not, save in fight— And Douglas sleeps with Evers, side by side! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE SISTERS by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |