With autumn’s golden hue, while length’ning streams
Between their hoary trunks the western ray;
As lingering smiles the cloudless star of day,
Full on these halls are flung his parting beams,
Where Time’s ennobling touch has furnished themes
That rouse the soul through centuries to stray.
I see our maiden Queen beside me sweep,
And shrinking feel the lightning of her glance,
Or view her lofty form relaxed in sleep,
The mind’s vast power subdued as in a trance;