18.06.2007, 12:09
MY CASTLE.
A SPANISH Castle long ago I built,
Where Love and I might keep our holiday;
In its fair court the fountain's sparkling play
Plashed light and music, and the happy lilt
Of singing birds with yellow sunshine gilt
Called—mate to mate—in amorous roundelay;
And there, I thought, sweet Love might live alway,
And my libation to the gods I spilt.
Fair 'gainst the western sky my Castle rose;
Men envied me who saw its turrets shine
Agleam with sunset lights of burning gold;
And Love was lord, and well to rule Love knows,
And I was his, and he was all divine—
But I forgot that Love, himself, grows old.
A SPANISH Castle long ago I built,
Where Love and I might keep our holiday;
In its fair court the fountain's sparkling play
Plashed light and music, and the happy lilt
Of singing birds with yellow sunshine gilt
Called—mate to mate—in amorous roundelay;
And there, I thought, sweet Love might live alway,
And my libation to the gods I spilt.
Fair 'gainst the western sky my Castle rose;
Men envied me who saw its turrets shine
Agleam with sunset lights of burning gold;
And Love was lord, and well to rule Love knows,
And I was his, and he was all divine—
But I forgot that Love, himself, grows old.