Making a truth and beauty of its own.”
Wordsworth.
“Birth has gladden’d it: death has sanctified it.”
Guesses at Truth.
No dower of storied song is thine,
O desolate abode!
Forth from thy gates no glittering line
Of lance and spear hath flow’d.
Banners of knighthood have not flung
Proud drapery o’er thy walls,