deep ivy castles of <br />lore, white stone, and dungeon <br />roll gaily to my ears, <br />each ancient voice akin to jeer <br />that I've no sword, no shield- <br />no fair young maiden to rescue <br />from the cold, bewildering tiers! <br /> <br />dark, woodened pastures of <br />cottage, grey oak, and hearthed homes <br />drift steadily out to meet me, <br />their crimson bricks entreating <br />that I stay and stare a while- <br />and Time, it wanders silently <br />like a traveler in the night. <br /> <br />o fatherland! your romance <br />is deepening, is so swiftly gifting <br />my carefree, roaming heart! though, <br />for your princesses i care not <br />and for your lands i strive not! <br />bring me that soft-smile, metronome maiden <br />from the sunset's melodious shore! <br /> <br />for-despite all this, <br />these ancient pews, <br />these heart-carved havens- <br />nothing's quite <br />the same <br />without <br />her<br /><br />Antoine Lavoisier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impossible-germany/
