SUMMER was on thee—the meridian light, And, as we wander'd through thy column'd aisles, Deck'd all thy hoar magnificence with smiles, Making the rugged soft, the gloomy bright. Nor was reflection from us far apart, As clomb our steps thy lone and lofty stair, Till, gain'd the summit, tick'd in silent air Thine ancient clock, as 'twere thy throbbing heart. Monastic grandeur and baronial pride Subdued—the former half, the latter quite, Pile of king David! to thine altar's site, Full many a footstep guides, and long shall guide; Where they repose, who met not, save in fight— And Douglas sleeps with Evers, side by side! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY |