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memory of its former state, No record of its fame, A broken wall, a fallen tower, A half-forgotten name; A gloomy shadow on the wave, And silence deep as in the grave.

And yet it had its glorious days, It had its hour of pride, When o’er the drawbridge gallantly Its warriors wont to ride; When silver shield, and plume of snow, Were mirror'd in the wave below.

In sooth, that was a stirring time Of chivalry and song. When the bright spear was put in rest, And the right arm was strong; When minstrel meed, and ladye’s glove, Were high rewards of war and love.

Oh! vain delusion, cruel days Were then upon the land; A battlement on every wall, A sword in every hand; And rose the cry, and poured the flood, Of human wrong, and human blood.