Impromptu, Written Among The Ruins Of The Sonnenberg

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Title:     Impromptu, Written Among The Ruins Of The Sonnenberg
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

Thou who within thyself dost not behold
Ruins as great as these, though not as old,
Can'st scarce through life have travelled many a year,
Or lack'st the spirit of a pilgrim here.
Youth hath its walls of strength, its towers of pride;
Love, its warm hearth-stones; Hope, its prospects wide;
Life's fortress in thee, held these one, and all,
And they have fallen to ruin, or shall fall.

[The end]
Fanny Kemble's poem: Impromptu, Written Among The Ruins Of The Sonnenberg

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