第15章 XV.
- The Lady of the Shroud
- Bram Stoker
- 144字
- 2016-03-02 16:37:30
From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And, 'What a scene were here,' he cried, 'For princely pomp or churchman's pride!
On this bold brow, a lordly tower;
In that soft vale, a lady's bower;
On yonder meadow far away, The turrets of a cloister gray;How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide on the lake the lingering morn!
How sweet at eve the lover's lute Chime when the groves were still and mute!
And when the midnight moon should lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy matins' distant hum, While the deep peal's commanding tone Should wake, in yonder islet lone, A sainted hermit from his cell, To drop a bead with every knell!
And bugle, lute, and bell, and all, Should each bewildered stranger call To friendly feast and lighted hall.