On the bright scene around them spread
Lit tenderly with those mild rays
The last the dying sun had shed

The park with its broad slopes of green
Where now the mighty shadows lay
Of tower & turret kindling sheen
With amber lights on stone work grey
For the Ducal Castle like a screen
Stood against the farwell & level ray
Shot still from the refulgent west
O'er Lismore's town and Gambia's flood
Kindling the river's azure breast
Till it ran like a red stream of blood
All this was fair but not to me
And O my heart sank heavily
When from the casement arched & tall
That dimly lit that Norman Hall
I looked far down——————