Usk Castle & Town.
USKE CASTLE,
Monmouthshire.
Here still the feudal bulwark frowns,
With many a tale of siege and sally;
And there the mouldering Abbey crowns
The silent and secluded valley.
And still, when Twilight spreads her wings,
By Abbey wall or Castle hoary,
The pilgrim hears harmonious strings
Struck to the theme of Cambria’s glory.
Again—from yonder halls of state,
Where now the hermit-owl is dwelling—
In song, assembled Bards relate
The daring deeds of bold Llewellyn.
Again from yonder Abbey choir—
Its dim religious lights revealing—
The lofty strains of David’s lyre
From arch and pillared aisles are pealing.
But no! the morning’s ruddy beam—
The breath of day—is on the river;
And all that peopled Fancy’s dream
Is scattered in its light for ever.
