A Passage from "The Ruin"

Wondrous is the stone wall, broken by fate;

the castle is burst, gigantic work crumbling.

The roofs are fallen, the towers crushed,

the treasures plundered, hoarfrost all around,

The mighty fortress in fragments, ruined,

ancient, giant work.

Earth’s grasp hath taken the lordly builders;

they are withered, destroyed,

in the ground’s hard grip,

a hundred generations gone...