Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Haddon Hall
By Henry Glassford Bell (18031874)R
The boasted rank, the lordly name,
All have melted into air,
Ceased like an extinguished flame.
Memory-ridden, hope-bereft,
Ghost-like ’neath the midnight moon
By some trailing shadow cleft;
Through whose gloom fierce passions swept;
Mouldering couch whereon, ’t is said,
The majesty of England slept;
To the unquestioned baron’s jest;
Dim old chapel, where were hung
Offerings of the o’erfraught breast;
Broken shaft, and crumbling frieze,
Still as lips that used to fill
With bugle-blasts the morning breeze!
Ever gliding, lapsing on,
With no sense of awe or wonder
At the ages which have gone;
Know’st not sorrows which destroy,
Yet this truth thou dost not know,—
Sorrows give a zest to joy.
Makes the present more intense,
Love’s old temple overcast
Wakes to love the living sense.
In dead beauty’s withered bower,
Closer clings the heart to all
That makes glad the fleeting hour;—
Who must leave us or be left;
Brighter in the sunset glows
Life’s mysterious warp and weft.