 | The poetical works of Henry Alford |  |
The cloud comes on them—the vision is changed—
And a crash of lofty walls,
And the short dead sound of music quenched,
On the sickened hearing falls;
Quick and sharp is the ruin-cry—
Unblest the ages glide;
And once again the mist from the plain
Rolls up the Mendip side.
And a crash of lofty walls,
And the short dead sound of music quenched,
On the sickened hearing falls;
Quick and sharp is the ruin-cry—
Unblest the ages glide;
And once again the mist from the plain
Rolls up the Mendip side.
| The poetical works of Henry Alford | |