Thou fortress of the once bright doors!

The limestones of thy top lie at thy base,

On all the sides of thy fair walls.

Over the mouldings of thy shattered windows,

The music that to-day breaks forth

Is the wild music of the birds and winds,

The voices of the stormy elements!

O, many-gated Court of Donegal,

What spell of slumber overcame thee,

Thou mansion of the board of flowing goblets,