From A Window In Princes Street

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Title:     From A Window In Princes Street
Author: William Ernest Henley [More Titles by Henley]

To M. M. M'b

Above the Crags that fade and gloom
Starts the bare knee of Arthur's Seat;
Ridged high against the evening bloom,
The Old Town rises, street on street;
With lamps bejewelled, straight ahead,
Like rampired walls the houses lean,
All spired and domed and turreted,
Sheer to the valley's darkling green;
Ranged in mysterious disarray,
The Castle, menacing and austere,
Looms through the lingering last of day;
And in the silver dusk you hear,
Reverberated from crag and scar,
Bold bugles blowing points of war.

[The end]
William Ernest Henley's poem: From A Window In Princes Street

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