Written among the Ruins of the Sonnenberg <br /> <br /> <br />Thou who within thyself dost not behold <br />Ruins as great as these, though not as old, <br />Canst scarce through life have travelled many a year, <br />Or lack'st the spirit of a pilgrim here. <br />Youth hath its walls of strength, its towers of pride, <br />Love, its warm hearth-stones, hope, its prospects wide, <br />Life's fortress in thee, held these one and all, <br />And they have fallen to ruin, or shall fall.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impromptu-10/
