Coucy
The rooks aclamor when one enters hereStartle the empty towers far overhead;Through gaping walls the summer fields appear,Green, tan, or, poppy-mingled, tinged with red.The courts where revel rang deep grass and mossCover, and tangled vines have overgrownThe gate where banners blazoned with a crossRolled forth to toss round Tyre and Ascalon.Decay consumes it. The old causes fade.And fretting for the contest many a heartWaits their Tyrtaeus to chant on the new.Oh, pass him by who, in this haunted shadeMusing enthralled, has only this much art,To love the things the birds and flowers love too.