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XII. WARKWORTH CASTLE HILL.
Here, like a shy sad lover, comes the seaAnd strives in vain to circle round thy waist,
Thou haughty hill, as proud as thou art chaste,
But still abashed must leave thee fancy-free.
Then when the rains have soaked the moorland lea,
The river woos thee, thou art nigh embraced
By one who knows the girdle to thy taste
And offers liquid gold for silver fee.
But never yet has that tower-circled brow
Stooped to be kissed of river or of wave;
Thou art unfettered as the winds that rave,
And, such a sense of freedom thou hast won,
That even Fitzpatrick's bastions are laid low
To let thee kiss the stars and woo the sun.
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