Amid the shade of a deserted hall I stand and think on much that hath been lost. How long it is since other step has cross'd This time-worn floor; that tapestry is all Worm-eaten; and those columns rise up tall Yet crumbling to decay; where banners toss'd Thin spiders' webs hang now; and bitter frost Has even killed the flowers upon the wall. Yet once this was a home brim full of life, Full of the hopes and fears and love of youth, Full of love's language speaking without sound: Here honour was enshrined and kindly truth; Hither the young lord brought his blushing wife, And here her bridal garlands were unbound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK: FIT 3. THE BAKER'S TALE by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK |