THE TROUBADOUR.
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And evening shades were on the hour
When Raymond rode beneath the tower
Remember'd well, for Adeline
Had there been his heart's summer queen.
Could this be it?—he knew the heath
Which, lake-like, spread its walls beneath,—
He saw the dark old chesnut wood
Which had for ages by it stood;
And but for these the place had been
As one that he had never seen.
The walls were rent, the gates were gone,
No red light from the watch tower shone.
He enter'd, and the hall was bare,
It show'd the spoiler had been there;
Even upon the very hearth
The green grass found a place of birth.
