What though no frowning tower nor temple solemn
Of despots tell, and superstition here;
What though that moldering fort's fast-crumbling walls
Did ne'er inclose a baron's bannered halls,
"Its sinking arches once gave back as proud
An echo to the war-blown clarion's peal—
As gallant hearts its battlements did crowd
As ever beat beneath a breast of steel,
When herald's trump on knighthood's haughtiest day
Called forth chivalric hosts to battle-fray."