And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow,

I felt my bosom swell

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,

While a reverie came o'er me,

IN the greenest of our valleys

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace

Radiant palace-reared its head.

In the monarch Thought's dominion

It stood there !

Never seraph spread a pinion

Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This-all this-was in the olden

Time long ago,)

And every gentle air that dallied,

In that sweet day,

Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,

A winged odour went away.