In spirit, I traversed the plain,
And sought De Vere’s ancestral towers,
And gazed on them again.
They stood in green and glorious age;
The rooks wheeled round the ancient walls,
And peals of mirthful merriment
Peopled the castle halls—
Loud laughs, which made the watchful deer,
With ears thrown forward, look and bleat
And seek a covert, while the sounds