(A BAREFOOT CHILD BY -- CASTLE) SHE felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can, Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold. Some farthest star, remembering what man Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold. Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears, Leaf-cloaked, a skeleton of stone arose.... O castle-shadow of a thousand years, Where you have fallen -- is this the thing that grows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |