THE CURSE OF MINERVA

THE WALTZ









HOURS OF IDLENESS

AND OTHER EARLY POEMS.



ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY. [i]

Why dost thou build the hall, Son of the winged days? Thou lookest
from thy tower to-day: yet a few years, and the blast of the desart
comes: it howls in thy empty court.-OSSIAN. [1]


I.

Through thy battlements, Newstead, [2] the hollow winds whistle: [ii]
Thou, the hall of my Fathers, art gone to decay;