Poem by Philip Bourke Marston

A Castle in Spain

To that country fair and far,
Where so many castles are,
	Go, Song, on thy way!
Grand my castle once to see, –
Home of light and revelry, –
	What is it to-day?

Round its turrets, fallen, lonely,
Dreams and songs now wander only,
	Dreams and saddest song:
Dreary looks it in the noonlight;
Ghosts possess it in the moonlight,
	When the night is long.

O my castle, fallen, lowly,
Fittest home for melancholy,
	Sad, deserted place,
In your cold and crumbling halls,
Never now her footstep falls,
	Never smiles her face!

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