Down in the bay only cobwebs now,—
To my child eyes once so deep,
Where secure from escape our prisoners found
Themselves in that dungeon-keep!
Sometimes on the clean-swept floor we spread
Our feasts (’twas baronial hall)
Of meats and wines from far over the seas,—
Bread and water composed them all!
But never did lord or lady show
Disrespect to the loyal host,