When his plumed helm is doff’d.—Hence, feeble thoughts!
—I am sterner now, yet once such dreams were mine!
Raim. And were they realised?
Mon. Youth! ask me not,
But listen! I drew near my own fair home—
There was no light along its walls, no sound
Of bugle pealing from the watch-tower’s height
At my approach, although my trampling steed
Made the earth ring, yet the wide gates were thrown
All open. Then my heart misgave me first,