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I	A
THE CASTLE	B
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Down the Savoy valleys sounding	C
Echoing round this castle old	D
'Mid the distant mountain chalets	E
Hark what bell for church is toll'd	D
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In the bright October morning	C
Savoy's Duke had left his bride	F
From the castle past the drawbridge	G
Flow'd the hunters' merry tide	F
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Steeds are neighing gallants glittering	C
Gay her smiling lord to greet	H
From her mullion'd chamber casement	H
Smiles the Duchess Marguerite	H
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From Vienna by the Danube	I
Here she came a bride in spring	C
Now the autumn crisps the forest	H
Hunters gather bugles ring	C
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Hounds are pulling prickers swearing	C
Horses fret and boar spears glance	J
Off They sweep the marshy forests	K
Westward on the side of France	J
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Hark the game's on foot they scatter	L
Down the forest ridings lone	M
Furious single horsemen gallop	N
Hark a shout a crash a groan	M
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Pale and breathless came the hunters	O
On the turf dead lies the boar	P
God the Duke lies stretch'd beside him	Q
Senseless weltering in his gore	P
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In the dull October evening	C
Down the leaf strewn forest road	H
To the castle past the drawbridge	G
Came the hunters with their load	H
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In the hall with sconces blazing	C
Ladies waiting round her seat	H
Clothed in smiles beneath the dais	E
Sate the Duchess Marguerite	H
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Hark below the gates unbarring	C
Tramp of men and quick commands	R
' 'Tis my lord come back from hunting '	-
And the Duchess claps her hands	R
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Slow and tired came the hunters	O
Stopp'd in darkness in the court	H
' Ho this way ye laggard hunters	O
To the hall What sport What sport '	-
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Slow they enter'd with their master	L
In the hall they laid him down	S
On his coat were leaves and blood stains	T
On his brow an angry frown	S
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Dead her princely youthful husband	H
Lay before his youthful wife	U
Bloody 'neath the flaring sconces	V
And the sight froze all her life	U
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In Vienna by the Danube	I
Kings hold revel gallants meet	H
Gay of old amid the gayest	H
Was the Duchess Marguerite	H
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In Vienna by the Danube	I
Feast and dance her youth beguiled	H
Till that hour she never sorrow'd	H
But from then she never smiled	H
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'Mid the Savoy mountain valleys	W
Far from town or haunt of man	X
Stands a lonely church unfinish'd	H
Which the Duchess Maud began	X
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Old that Duchess stern began it	H
In grey age with palsied hands	R
But she died while it was building	C
And the Church unfinish'd stands	R
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Stands as erst the builders left it	H
When she sank into her grave	Y
Mountain greensward paves the chancel	B
Harebells flower in the nave	Y
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' In my castle all is sorrow '	-
Said the Duchess Marguerite then	Z
'Guide me some one to the mountain	A2
We will build the Church again '	-
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Sandall'd palmers faring homeward	H
Austrian knights from Syria came	B2
' Austrian wanderers bring O warders	O
Homage to your Austrian dame '	-
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From the gate the warders answer'd	H
' Gone O knights is she you knew	C2
Dead our Duke and gone his Duchess	D2
Seek her at the Church of Brou '	-
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Austrian knights and march worn palmers	D2
Climb the winding mountain way	E2
Reach the valley where the Fabric	C
Rises higher day by day	E2
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Stones are sawing hammers ringing	C
On the work the bright sun shines	D2
In the Savoy mountain meadows	D2
By the stream below the pines	D2
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On her palfry white the Duchess	D2
Sate and watch'd her working train	F2
Flemish carvers Lombard gilders	D2
German masons smiths from Spain	F2
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Clad in black on her white palfrey	G2
Her old architect beside	H
There they found her in the mountains	D2
Morn and noon and eventide	H
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There she sate and watch'd the builders	D2
Till the Church was roof'd and done	A2
Last of all the builders rear'd her	L
In the nave a tomb of stone	M
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On the tomb two forms they sculptured	H
Lifelike in the marble pale	B
One the Duke in helm and armour	L
One the Duchess in her veil	B
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Round the tomb the carved stone fretwork	C
Was at Easter tide put on	H2
Then the Duchess closed her labours	D2
And she died at the St John	H2
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II	A
THE CHURCH	I2
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Upon the glistening leaden roof	J2
Of the new Pile the sunlight shines	D2
The stream goes leaping by	A
The hills are clothed with pines sun proof	J2
'Mid bright green fields below the pines	D2
Stands the Church on high	A
What Church is this from men aloof	J2
'Tis the Church of Brou	L
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At sunrise from their dewy lair	L
Crossing the stream the kine are seen	K2
Round the wall to stray	L
The churchyard wall that clips the square	L
Of open hill sward fresh and green	K2
Where last year they lay	L
But all things now are order'd fair	L
Round the Church of Brou	L
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On Sundays at the matin chime	L2
The Alpine peasants two and three	L
Climb up here to pray	L
Burghers and dames at summer's prime	L2
Ride out to church from Chambery	L
Dight with mantles gay	L
But else it is a lonely time	L2
Round the Church of Brou	L
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On Sundays too a priest doth come	M2
From the wall'd town beyond the pass	D2
Down the mountain way	L
And then you hear the organ's hum	M2
You hear the white robed priest say mass	D2
And the people pray	L
But else the woods and fields are dumb	M2
Round the Church of Brou	L
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And after church when mass is done	A2
The people to the nave repair	L
Round the tomb to stray	L
And marvel at the Forms of stone	M
And praise the chisell'd broideries rare	L
Then they drop away	L
The princely Pair are left alone	M
In the Church of Brou	L
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III	A
THE TOMB	N2
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So rest for ever rest O princely Pair	L
In your high church 'mid the still mountain air	L
Where horn and hound and vassals never come	M2
Only the blessed Saints are smiling dumb	M2
From the rich painted windows of the nave	Y
On aisle and transept and your marble grave	Y
Where thou young Prince shalt never more arise	D2
From the fringed mattress where thy Duchess lies	D2
On autumn mornings when the bugle sounds	D2
And ride across the drawbridge with thy hounds	D2
To hunt the boar in the crisp woods till eve	O2
And thou O Princess shalt no more receive	O2
Thou and thy ladies in the hall of state	H
The jaded hunters with their bloody freight	H
Coming benighted to the castle gate	H
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So sleep for ever sleep O marble Pair	L
Or if ye wake let it be then when fair	L
On the carved western front a flood of light	H
Streams from the setting sun and colours bright	H
Prophets transfigured Saints and Martyrs brave	Y
In the vast western window of the nave	Y
And on the pavement round the Tomb there glints	D2
A chequer work of glowing sapphire tints	D2
And amethyst and ruby then unclose	D2
Your eyelids on the stone where ye repose	D2
And from your broider'd pillows lift your heads	D2
And rise upon your cold white marble beds	D2
And looking down on the warm rosy tints	D2
Which chequer at your feet the illumined flints	D2
Say What is this we are in bliss forgiven	A2
Behold the pavement of the courts of Heaven	A2
Or let it be on autumn nights when rain	F2
Doth rustlingly above your heads complain	F2
On the smooth leaden roof and on the walls	D2
Shedding her pensive light at intervals	D2
The moon through the clere story windows shines	D2
And the wind washes through the mountain pines	D2
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high	A
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie	A
Hush ye will say it is eternity	L
This is the glimmering verge of Heaven and these	D2
The columns of the heavenly palaces	D2
And in the sweeping of the wind your ear	L
The passage of the Angels' wings will hear	L
And on the lichen crusted leads above	P2
The rustle of the eternal rain of love	P2