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above the plain, proud in decay,—

Her tendriled ivies, like a woman's hair,

Veiling her hurt and hiding her despair,—

The monument of a departed day,

The shadow of a glory passed away,

Stands Kenilworth; stripped of her pomp, and bare

Of all that made her so supremely fair

When Power with Love contended for her sway.

In this wide ruin solemn and serene,

Where moved majestical a virgin queen,