Juliette.
99
Deep in the niches the blind owls brood,
And the fringing moss hangs low,
Where stout Earl Hubert's banner stood
Five hundred years ago!
And the fringing moss hangs low,
Where stout Earl Hubert's banner stood
Five hundred years ago!
Out from the castle's western wall
Jutteth a tower round and tall,
And leading up to the parapet
By a winding turret stair,
Over the sea there looketh yet
A chamber small and square,
Where the faint daylight comes in alone
Through a narrow slit in the solid stone;
And here, old records say,
Earl Hubert bore his wayward child
From courts and gallants gay;
That, guarded by the breakers wild,
And cloistered from her lover's arms,
Here might she mourn her wasted charms,
Here weep her youth away.
Jutteth a tower round and tall,
And leading up to the parapet
By a winding turret stair,
Over the sea there looketh yet
A chamber small and square,
Where the faint daylight comes in alone
Through a narrow slit in the solid stone;
And here, old records say,
Earl Hubert bore his wayward child
From courts and gallants gay;
That, guarded by the breakers wild,
And cloistered from her lover's arms,
Here might she mourn her wasted charms,
Here weep her youth away.
"One! two!" said the sentinel,
Watching the night from the eastern tower.
Watching the night from the eastern tower.
