Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79.
The Castle of Clisson
By Thomas Gold Appleton (1812–1884)C
Thy humid corridors that smother sound,
And thy gapped windows whence the violet waves
A sweet farewell to Legend lingering round,
And mingling whispers echoed from afar,
Invite and chain my steps here where thy mysteries are.
Goes with me as I wind within thy towers;
Thy oubliettes unseal their ancient groans,
And fright the swallows from their airy bowers;
Silks rustle, and the gray of œillets old
Gleams with gemmed arms across the arras fold.
They give a tongue to every silent block;
For, like to Memnon, now no voices lurk,
The sun of Chivalry set, in the dumb rock.
In moody sadness frowns the questioned pile,
Where only wild-flowers live, and scarcely sunbeams smile.
Whirls with a song past roofs no more profaned,
And the wood-dove rebuilds above the grave
Of other doves in what from spoils reclaimed,
Of that sweet grove where Eloisa’s woes
Sighed to the quivering leaves from yon dark cave’s repose.
Heaped from all Eld, to dam pale passion’s course,
Wish chasing wish more burning than before,
And her heart emptied to its inmost source,
To madden with new waters and swift growing
Of Love’s wild passion-flower beside its flowing.
It throbs no more with fiery sighs like thine;
The lizard glances past its portals chill,
And withered vine-leaves over it entwine;
The paths around are choked, and bear no more
Feet chased by passionate breath along that glowing shore.