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Poem by Aubrey De Vere The Rock of Cashel ROYAL and saintly Cashel! I would gaze Upon the wreck of thy departed powers, Not in the dewy light of matin hours, Nor the meridian pomp of summer’s blaze, But at the close of dim autumnal days, When the sun’s parting glance, through slanting showers, Sheds o’er thy rock-throned battlements and towers Such awful gleams as brighten o’er Decay’s Prophetic cheek. At such a time, methinks, There breathes from thy lone courts and voiceless aisles A melancholy moral; such as sinks On the lone traveller’s heart, amid the piles Of vast Persepolis on her mountain stand, Or Thebes half buried in the desert sand. Aubrey De Vere Aubrey De Vere's other poems: 1194 Views |
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