Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1828/The Ivy of Kenilworth
Taken from a review in The Monthly Repository of Theology and General Literature, 1837
"The Ivy of Kenilworth.
Heard'st thou what the Ivy sigh'd,
Waving where all else had died,
In the place of regal mirth,
Now the silent Kenilworth?
With its many-glistering leaves,
There a solemn robe it weaves;
And a voice is in each fold,
Like an oracle's of old.
Heard'st thou, while with dews of night
Shone its berries darkly bright?
Yes! the whisperer seem'd to say,
'All things—all things pass away!
'Where I am, the harp hath rung
Banners and proud shields among,
And the blood-red wine flow'd free,
And the fire shot sparks of glee.
'Where I am, now last and lone,
Queenly steps have come and gone;
Gorgeous masques have glided by,
Unto rolling harmony.
'Flung from these illumin'd towers.
Light hath pierced the forest bowers;
Lake, and pool, and fount, have been
Kindled by their midnight sheen.
'Where is now the feasting high?
Where the lordly minstrelsy?
Where the tourney's ringing spear?
I am sole and silent here!
'In my home no hearth is crown'd,
Through my halls no wine foams round,
By my gates hath ceas'd the lay—
All things—all things pass away!'
Yes! thy warning voice I knew,
Ivy! and its tale is true:
All is passing, or hath pass’d—
Thou thyself must perish last!
Yet my secret soul replied,
'Surely one thing shall abide;
'Midst the wreck of ages, one,—
Heaven's eternal Word alone!'"