[BNP/E3, 77 – 50]

1905 – this one is copied here

Old Castle

They are not dead and yet – oh – they are not

As once they were – children and glad and gay –

Alas that we cannot be children e’er

Alas that all the joy and the sweet senses

Of woeless youth and the soft spell of love

Should leave the small and sickly universe.