The old magnificence of chivalry.
They reach’d not thee—amidst them, yet alone,
Stillness and gloom begirt one dim and shadowy throne.
Yet there was mercy still! If joy no more
Within that blasted circle might intrude,
Earth had no grief, whose footstep might pass o’er
The silent limits of its solitude!
If all unheard the bridal song awoke
Our hearts’ full echoes, as it swell’d on high;
Alike unheard the sudden dirge, that broke