In a long valley, on one side of which,
White from the mason’s hand, a fortress rose;
And on one side a castle in decay, 245
Beyond a bridge that spann’d a dry ravine:
And out of town and valley came a noise
As of a broad brook o’er a shingly bed
Brawling, or like a clamour of the rooks
At distance, ere they settle for the night. 250
And onward to the fortress rode the three
And enter’d, and were lost behind the walls.