名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (27)

THERE is an air for which I would disown Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, - A sweet sad air that languishes^{2 and sighs, And keeps its secret charm for me alone.}

Whene'er I hear that music vague and old, Two hundred years are mist that rolls away； The thirteenth Louis reigns^{3, and I behold4 A green land golden in the dying day.}

An old red castle, strong with stony^{5 towers, The windows gay with many coloured glass； Wide plains, and rivers flowing among flowers, That bathe the castle ba百度竞价推广ent as they pass.}

In antique weed, with dark eyes and gold hair, A lady looks forth^{6 from her window high； It may be that I knew and found her fair, In some forgotten life, long time gone by.}