A Castle in Spain

To that country fair and far,
Where so many castles are,
Go, Song, on thy way!
Grand my castle once to see, —
Home of light and revelry, —
What is it to-day?

Round its turrets, fallen, lonely.
Dreams and songs now wander only,
Dreams and saddest song:
Dreary looks it in the noonlight;
Ghosts possess it in the moonlight,
When the night is long.

O my castle, fallen, lowly.
Fittest home for melancholy,
Sad, deserted place.
In your cold and crumbling halls.
Never now her footstep falls,
Never smiles her face!