Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy
Displays her sable banner from the donjon,
Darkening the foam of the whole surge beneath.
Were I a habitant, to see this gloom
Pollute the face of nature, and to hear
The ceaseless sound of wave, and seabird’s scream,
I’d wish me in the hut that poorest peasant
E’er framed, to give him temporary shelter.--BROWN.
Displays her sable banner from the donjon,
Darkening the foam of the whole surge beneath.
Were I a habitant, to see this gloom
Pollute the face of nature, and to hear
The ceaseless sound of wave, and seabird’s scream,
I’d wish me in the hut that poorest peasant
E’er framed, to give him temporary shelter.--BROWN.