there as her mother.

When they rode away from the old Norman gateway for the last time Eleanor
laughed gleefully: "I don't care where we go, mother," she whispered,
"we've the roots and seeds from your garden, and we shall have a tapestry
chamber!"


THE CASTLE

O the Castle of Heart's Delight!
The winds of the sunrise know it,
And the music adrift in its airy halls,
To the end of the world they blow it--
Music of glad hearts keeping time
To bells that ring in a crystal chime
With the cadence light of an ancient rime--
Such music lives on the winds of night
That blow from the Castle of Heart's Delight!

O the Castle of Heart's Delight
Where you and I go faring--
Heritage dear of love and toil,
Guerdon of faith and daring.
For all may win to the ancient gate,
Though some are early and some are late,
And each hath borne with his hidden Fate,--
For never a man but hath his right
To enter his Castle of Heart's Delight!