A CASTLE IN SPAIN.
THE draggled lilies were beaten down
As if by a prancing hoof;
The roses swayed, and the warm rain came,
Like the patter of pearls, on the roof.
Up in the garret the darling sat
In her little gown of blue,
With her lily cheeks and her rosebud lips,
And dreamed as she loved to do.
Bundles of herbs from the rafters hung;