Verses in the Style of the Druids

I ASK'D of my harp, ' Who hath injured thy chords ? '
And she replied, 'The crooked finger, which I mocked in my tune.'
A blade of silver may be bended -- a blade of steel abideth :
Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.

The sweet taste of mead passeth from the lips,
But they are long corroded by the juice of wormwood;
The lamb is brought to the shambles, but the wolf rangeth the mountain ;
Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.

I asked the red-hot iron, when it glimmer'd on the anvil,
' Wherefore glowest thou longer than the firebrand ?'
' I was born in the dark mine, and the brand in the pleasant greenwood.'
Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.

I ask'd the green oak of the assembly wherefore its boughs were dry and sear'd like the horns of the stag:
And it show'd me that a small worm had gnaw'd its roots.
The boy who remembered the scourge undid the wicket of the castle at midnight.
Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.

Lightning destroyeth temples, though their spires pierce the clouds ;
Storms destroy armadas, though their sails intercept the gale.
He that is in his glory falleth, and that by a contemptible enemy.
Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.