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The Haunted Tower

Suggested by a Poem of Théophile Gautier

In front he saw the donjon tall
Deep in the woods, and stayed to scan
The guards that slept along the wall,
Or dozed upon the bartizan.
He marked the drowsy flag that hung
Unwaved by wind, unfrayed by shower,
He listened to the birds that sung—
Go forth and win the baunted tower!
The tangled brake made way for him,
The twisted brambles bent aside;
And lo, he pierced the forest dim,
And lo, he won the fairy bride!
For be was young, but ah! we find—
All we, whose beards are flecked with gray,
Our fairy castle's far behind,
We watch it from the darkling way.

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'Twas ours, that palace, in our youth;
We revelled there in happy cheer,
Who scarce dare visit now in sooth,
Le Vieux Château de Souvenir!
For not the boughs of forest green
Begird that castle far away;
There is a mist where we have been
That weeps about it, cold and gray.
And if we seek to travel back
'Tis through a thicket dim and sere,
With many a grave beside the track,
And many a haunting form of fear.
Dead leaves are wet among the moss,
With weed and thistle overgrown—
A ruined barge within the fosse—
A castle built of crumbling stone!
The drawbridge drops from rusty chains;
There comes no challenge from the hold;
No squire, nor dame, nor knight remains,
Of all who dwelt with us of old.
And there is silence in the hall—
No sound of songs, no ray of fire;
But gloom where all was glad, and all
Is darkened with a vain desire.

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