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Sweets of the wild that breathe and bloom	A
On this lone tow'r this ivy'd wall	B
Lend to the gale a rich perfume	A
And grace the ruin in its fall	B
Tho' doom'd remote from careless eye	C
To smile to flourish and to die	C
In solitude sublime	D
Oh ever may the spring renew	E
Your balmy scent and glowing hue	E
To deck the robe of time	D
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Breathe fragrance breathe enrich the air	F
Tho' wasted on its wing unknown	G
Blow flow'rets blow tho' vainly fair	F
Neglected and alone	G
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These tow'rs that long withstood the blast	H
These mossy tow'rs are mouldering fast	H
While Flora's children stay	I
To mantle o'er the lonely pile	J
To gild destruction with a smile	J
And beautify decay	I
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Sweets of the wild uncultur'd blowing	K
Neglected in luxuriance glowing	K
From the dark ruins frowning near	L
Your charms in brighter tints appear	L
And richer blush assume	A
You smile with softer beauty crown'd	M
Whilst all is desolate around	M
Like sun shine on a tomb	A
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Thou hoary pile majestic still	N
Memento of departed fame	O
While roving o'er the moss clad hill	N
I ponder on thine ancient name	O
	-
Here grandeur beauty valour sleep	P
That here so oft have shone supreme	Q
While glory honor fancy weep	P
That vanish'd is the golden dream	Q
	-
Where are the banners waving proud	R
To kiss the summer gale of ev'n	S
All purple as the morning cloud	R
All streaming to the winds of heav'n	S
	-
Where is the harp by rapture strung	T
To melting song or martial story	U
Where are the lays the minstrel sung	T
To loveliness or glory	U
	-
Lorn echo of these mouldering walls	V
To thee no festal measure calls	V
No music thro' the desert halls	V
Awakes thee to rejoice	W
	-
How still thy sleep as death profound	M
As if within this lonely round	M
A step a note a whisper'd sound	M
Had ne'er arous'd thy voice	W
	-
Thou hear'st the zephyr murmuring dying	K
Thou hear'st the foliage waving sighing	K
But ne'er again shall harp or song	X
These dark deserted courts along	X
Disturb thy calm repose	Y
The harp is broke the song is fled	Z
The voice is hush'd the bard is dead	Z
And never shall thy tones repeat	A2
Or lofty strain or carol sweet	A2
With plaintive close	B2
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Proud castle tho' the days are flown	S
When once thy tow'rs in glory shone	S
When music thro' thy turrets rung	T
When banners o'er thy ramparts hung	T
Tho' 'midst thine arches frowning lone	S
Stern desolation rear his throne	S
And silence deep and awful reign	S
Where echoed once the choral strain	S
Yet oft dark ruin ling'ring here	C2
The muse will hail thee with a tear	F
Here when the moon light quiv'ring beams	D2
And thro' the fringing ivy streams	D2
And softens ev'ry shade sublime	D
And mellows ev'ry tint of time	D
Oh here shall contemplation love	E2
Unseen and undisturb'd to rove	F2
And bending o'er some mossy tomb	A
Where valor sleeps or beauties bloom	A
Shall weep for glory's transient day	I
And grandeur's evanescent ray	I
And list'ning to the swelling blast	H
Shall wake the spirit of the past	H
Call up the forms of ages fled	Z
Of warriors and of minstrels dead	Z
Who sought the field who struck the lyre	G2
With all ambition's kindling fire	H2
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Nor wilt thou Spring refuse to breathe	I2
Soft odours on this desert air	F
Refuse to twine thine earliest wreath	J2
And fringe these tow'rs with garlands fair	F
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Sweets of the wild oh ever bloom	A
Unheeded on this ivy'd wall	B
Lend to the gale a rich perfume	A
And grace the ruin in its fall	B
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Thus round Misfortune's holy head	Z
Would Pity wreaths of honor spread	Z
Like you thus blooming on this lonely pile	J
She seeks despair with heart reviving smile	J

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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