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Rh XLIX

ASPIN CASTLE

do I love on summer night

To sit within this Norman door,

Whose sombre portal hides the light,

Thickening above me evermore.

How do I love to hear the flow

Of Aspin's water murmuring low,

And hours long listen to the breeze

That sighs in Beckden's waving trees.

To-night there is no wind to wake

One ripple in the lovely lake;

To-night the clouds, subdued and grey,

Starlight and moonlight shut away.

'Tis calm and still and almost drear,

So utter is the solitude;

But still I love to linger here,

And form my mood to Nature's mood.

There's a wild walk beneath the rocks

Following the bend of Aspin's side,

Tis worn by feet of mountain-flocks

That wander down to drink the tide.