A castle stands ’neath western skies <br />Gold shields its roof have studded; <br />The evening sun behind it dies <br />Midst cloud banks so newly ruddied. <br />That castle by no hand is wrought: <br />Perfectly though it’s gilded; <br />Its gate soars up to heaven’s court; <br />Our Lord Himself did once built it. <br /> <br />From thousand turrets sparkles gold, <br />Amber its gate is gleaming; <br />The sea reflects its walls of old, <br />With pillars of sun’s rays teeming. <br />God’s sun into its castle crowds, <br />Purple raiment inflaming, <br />On battlements in rosy clouds <br />Light’s banner’s glory proclaiming. <br /> <br />Sun’s angel waves the flag of light, <br />Sets off for distant quarters; <br />Life, light and day him follow right <br />Behind night’s loud foaming waters. <br />And like the sun life seeks the coast <br />Full of transfiguration <br />Where sun the east once more will host <br />With paradise as its station.<br /><br />Bernhard Severin Ingemann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-castle-stands-neath-western-skies/
