ON REVISITING DUNOLLY CASTLE William Wordsworth c. 1833 ==================================== THE captive Bird was gone;--to cliff or moor Perchance had flown, delivered by the storm; Or he had pined, and sunk to feed the worm: Him found we not: but, climbing, a tall tower, There saw, impaved with rude fidelity Of art mosaic, in a roofless floor, An Eagle with stretched wings, but beamless eye-- An Eagle that could neither wail nor soar. Effigy of the Vanished--(shall I dare To call thee so?) or symbol of fierce deeds And of the towering courage which past times Rejoiced in--take, whate'er thou be, a share, Not undeserved, of the memorial rhymes That animate my way where'er it leads! ======== ========