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And evening shades were on the hour When rode beneath the tower Remember'd well, for Had there been his heart's summer queen. Could this be it?—he knew the heath Which, lake-like, spread its walls beneath,— He saw the dark old chesnut wood Which had for ages by it stood; And but for these the place had been As one that he had never seen. The walls were rent, the gates were gone, No red light from the watch tower shone. He enter'd, and the hall was bare, It show'd the spoiler had been there; Even upon the very hearth The green grass found a place of birth.