Lays and Legends or Ballads of the New World By G. W. Thornbury |
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WRITTEN IN AN OLD TOWER IN
NORTH WALES. |
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WRITTEN IN AN OLD TOWER IN NORTH WALES.
The sun's last gleam's on Snowdon's head,
The sky is kindling in the glow,
The light upon the mountain shed,
Is mirrored in the lakes below.
The sky is kindling in the glow,
The light upon the mountain shed,
Is mirrored in the lakes below.
On yonder seaward-looking tower,
Falls evening's red and mellow light,
Again, as in days of splendour,
Its chamber walls grow bright.
Falls evening's red and mellow light,
Again, as in days of splendour,
Its chamber walls grow bright.
As with some rich old tapestry
That decks a chieftain's halls,
With the gleam of ancient revelry,
The fitful splendour falls.
That decks a chieftain's halls,
With the gleam of ancient revelry,
The fitful splendour falls.
And the scent of the wallflower fills the air,
As when, from the spicy east,
The palmer brought the perfume rare,
For the giver of the feast.
As when, from the spicy east,
The palmer brought the perfume rare,
For the giver of the feast.
Through the shattered breach the first pale star
Looks down upon the earth,
On the old gray rock that the night-winds mar,
On the place of the wild storm's birth.
Looks down upon the earth,
On the old gray rock that the night-winds mar,
On the place of the wild storm's birth.
Dreams of the past are dwelling here,
In this home of the wandering blast,
Sad thoughts of the great and mighty,
Who from the earth have past.
In this home of the wandering blast,
Sad thoughts of the great and mighty,
Who from the earth have past.
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