“Away then! I am locked in one of them.
If you do love me, you will find me out.”
The Ivy-Clad Ruin.[510]
’Tis the old, old church that for years I’ve known,
And with ivy green are its walls o’ergrown;
All its ancient splendor has passed away,
And there’s naught remaining but grim decay;
The pale moonbeams glimmer the windows through,
And the roofless floor is all damp with dew;
Both the pious priest and his flock are gone,