Classic Poem

ST GOAR .

A WINDY light, like a sonorous note
From Autumn's golden horn, plays round the steeps;
And ruined Rheinfels — mindful of old days —
Smiles faintly to its challenge. In the plain
Sleeps the mild hamlet, by the river's song
Hushed to calm dreams. As close the folding clouds,
The riven walls, whose base soft creepers gird,
Change their harsh aspect for the mien of peace. —
Souls who have suffered in the strife of Time
And bear the scars upon your delved brows,
All is not lost if thus on lowly joy
Ye can look kindly down. The grateful vales
Shall cast their tendrils upwards, and entwine
Your desolation with a wreath of love!