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Poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Ivy of Kenilworth

HEARDST thou what the Ivy sighed,
Waving where all else hath died,
In the place of regal mirth,
Now the silent Kenilworth?

With its many glistening leaves,
There a solemn robe it weaves;
And a voice is in each fold,
Like an oracles of old.

Heardst thou, while with dews of night
Shone its berries darkly bright?
Yes! the whisperer seemed to say,
All things, all things pass away.

Where I am the harp hath rung
Banners and proud shields among,
And the blood-red wine flowed free,
And the fire shot sparks of glee.

Where I am, now last and lone,
Queenly steps have come and gone,
Gorgeous masques have glided by,
Unto rolling harmony.

Flung from these illumined towers,
Light hath pierced the forest bowers,
Lake and pool and fount have been
Kindled by their midnight sheen.

Where is now the feasting high?
Where the lordly minstrelsy?
Where the tourneys ringing spear?
I am sole and silent here!

In my home no hearth is crowned,
Through my hall no wine foams round;
By my gates hath ceased the lay;
All things, all things pass away!

Yes, thy warning voice I knew,
Ivy! and its tale is true;
All is passing, or hath passed,
Thou thyself must perish last!

Yet my secret soul replied,
Surely one thing shall abide;
Midst the wreck of ages, one,
Heavens eternal Word alone!

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Poem Theme: Cities of England

Felicia Dorothea Hemans's other poems:
  1. Druid Chorus on the Landing of the Romans
  2. Taliesins Prophecy
  3. The River Clwyd, in North Wales
  4. Our Ladys Well
  5. The Rock of Cader Idris

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