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CASTLE DESOLATE.
On broken wall and fallen stone
Are grass and lichen growing,
And winds around the courtyard moan
Where bugles once were blowing!
Are grass and lichen growing,
And winds around the courtyard moan
Where bugles once were blowing!
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And grey Oblivion's eyeless face
Looks blankly through the grating
Where ladies once with witching grace
Smiled to their knights in waiting!
Looks blankly through the grating
Where ladies once with witching grace
Smiled to their knights in waiting!
And kaes and starlings build and breed
Where social fires were roaring,
And from the donjon, choked with weed,
A lark aloft is soaring.
Where social fires were roaring,
And from the donjon, choked with weed,
A lark aloft is soaring.
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