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RUINS A charm is in the word	A
It makes us smile it makes us sigh	B
'Tis like the note of some spring bird	A
Recalling other Springs gone by	B
And other wood notes which we heard	A
With some sweet face in some green lane	C
And never can so hear again	D
Ruins They were not desolate	E
To us the ruins we remember	F
Early we came and lingered late	G
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Through bright July or rich September	F
With young companions wild with glee	H
We feasted 'neath some spreading tree	H
And looked into their laughing eyes	I
And mocked the echo for replies	I
Oh eyes and smiles and days of yore	J
Can nothing your delight restore	J
Return	K
Return In vain we listen	L
Those voices have been lost to earth	M
Our hearts may throb our eyes may glisten	L
They'll call no more in love or mirth	M
For like a child sent out to play	N
Our youth hath had its holiday	N
And silence deepens where we stand	O
Lone as in some foreign land	O
Where our language is not spoken	L
And none know our hearts are broken	L
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Ruins How we loved them then	D
How we loved the haunted glen	D
Which grey towers overlook	P
Mirrored in the glassy brook	P
How we dreamed and how we guessed	Q
Looking up with earnest glances	R
Where the black crow built its nest	Q
And we built our wild romances	R
Tracing in the crumbled dwelling	S
Bygone tales of no one's telling	S
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This was the Chapel that the stair	T
Here where all lies damp and bare	T
The fragrant thurible was swung	U
The silver lamp in beauty hung	U
And in that mass of ivied shade	V
The pale nuns sang the abbot prayed	V
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This was the Kitchen Cold and blank	W
The huge hearth yawns and wide and high	B
The chimney shows the open sky	B
There daylight peeps through many a crank	W
Where birds immund find shelter dank	W
And when the moonlight shineth through	X
Echoes the wild tu whit tu whoo	Y
Of mournful owls whose languid flight	Z
Scarce stirs the silence of the night	Z
	-
This is the Courtyard damp and drear	X
The men at arms were mustered here	X
Here would the fretted war horse bound	A2
Starting to hear the trumpet sound	A2
And Captains then of warlike fame	B2
Clanked and glittered as they came	B2
Forgotten names forgotten wars	C2
Forgotten gallantry and scars	D2
How is your little busy day	N
Perished and crushed and swept away	N
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Here is the Lady's Chamber whence	E2
With looks of lovely innocence	F2
Some heroine our fancy dresses	G2
In golden locks or raven tresses	R
And pearl embroidered silks and stuffs	H2
And quaintly quilted sleeves and ruffs	H2
Looked forth to see retainers go	I2
Or trembled at the assaulting foe	I2
	-
This was the Dungeon deep and dark	J2
Where the starved prisoner moaned in vain	C
Until Death left him stiff and stark	J2
Unconscious of the galling chain	C
By which the thin bleached bones were bound	A2
When chance revealed them under ground	A2
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Oh Time oh ever conquering Time	K2
These men had once their prime	K2
But now succeeding generations hear	X
Beneath the shadow of each crumbling arch	L2
The music low and drear	X
The muffled music of thy onward march	L2
Made up of piping winds and rustling leaves	H2
And plashing rain drops falling from slant eaves	H2
And all mysterious unconnected sounds	H2
With which the place abounds	H2
Time doth efface	H2
Each day some lingering trace	H2
Of human government and human care	X
	-
The things of air	X
And earth usurp the walls to be their own	M2
Creatures that dwell alone	M2
Occupy boldly every mouldering nook	P
Wherein we peer and look	P
Seems with wild denizens so swarming rife	N2
We know the healthy stir of human life	N2
Must be for ever gone	O2
The walls where hung the warriors' shining casques	H2
Are green with moss and mould	P2
The blindworm coils where Queens have slept nor asks	H2
For shelter from the cold	P2
The swallow he is master all the day	N
And the great owl is ruler through the night	Z
The little bat wheels on his circling way	N
With restless flittering flight	Z
	-
And that small black bat and the creeping things	H2
At will they come and go	I2
And the soft white owl with velvet wings	H2
And a shriek of human woe	I2
The brambles let no footstep pass	H2
By that rent in the broken stair	X
Where the pale tufts of the windle strae grass	H2
Hang like locks of dry dead hair	X
But there the keen wind ever weeps and moans	H2
Working a passage through the mouldering stones	H2
	-
Oh Time oh conquering Time	K2
I know that wild wind's chime	K2
Which like a passing bell	Q2
Or distant knell	Q2
Speaks to man's heart of Death and of Decay	N
While thy step passes o'er the necks of Kings	H2
And over common things	H2
And into Earth's green orchards making way	N
Halts where the fruits of human hope abound	A2
And shakes their trembling ripeness to the ground	A2
	-
But hark a sudden shout	R2
Of laughter and a nimble giddy rout	R2
Who know not yet what saddened hours may mean	S2
Come dancing through the scene	S2
	-
Ruins Ruins let us roam	T2
Through what was a human home	T2
What care we	Y
How deep its depths of darkness be	Y
Follow Follow	I2
Down the hollow	I2
Through the bramble fencing thorns	H2
Where the white snail hides her horns	H2
Leap across the dreadful gap	U2
To that corner's mossy lap	U2
Do and dare	X
Clamber up the crumbling stair	X
Trip along the narrow wall	V2
Where the sudden rattling fall	V2
Of loosened stones on winter nights	H2
In his dreams the peasant frights	H2
And push them till their rolling sound	A2
Dull and heavy beat the ground	A2
	-
Now a song high up and clear	X
Like a lark's enchants the ear	X
Or some happy face looks down	W2
Looking oh so fresh and fair	X
Wearing youth's most glorious crown	W2
One rich braid of golden hair	X
Or two hearts that wildly beat	X2
And two pair of eager feet	X2
Linger in the turret's bend	Y2
As they side by side ascend	Y2
For the momentary bliss	H2
Of a lover's stolen kiss	H2
And emerge into the shining	S
Of that summer day's declining	S
Disengaging clasping hands	H2
As they meet their comrade bands	H2
With the smile that lately hovered	A
Making lips and eyes so bright	Z
And the blush which darkness covered	A
Mantling still in rosy light	Z
	-
Ruins Oh ye have your charm	Z2
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Death is cold but life is warm	A3
And the fervent days we knew	X
Ere our hopes grew faint and few	X
Claim even now a happy sigh	B
Thinking of those hours gone by	B
Of the wooing long since passed	B3
Of the love that still shall last	B3
Of the wooing and the winning	S
Brightest end to bright beginning	S
When the feet we sought to guide	C3
Tripped so lightly by our side	C3
That as swift they made their way	N
Through the path and tangled brake	D3
Safely we could swear and say	N
We loved all ruins for their sake	D3
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Gentle hearts one ruin more	X
From amongst so many score	X
One from out a host of names	H2
To your notice puts forth claims	H2
Come with me make holiday	N
In the woods of La Garaye	E3
Sit within those tangled bowers	H2
Where fleet by the silent hours	H2
Only broken by a song	F3
From the chirping woodland throng	F3
Listen to the tale I tell	Q2
Grave the story is not sad	G3
And the peasant plodding by	B
Greets the place with kindly eye	B
For the inmates that it had	G3