And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now. But he spoke to re-assure me, While a reverie came o'er me, IN the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace-reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odour went away. |