  Castle-of-Spain is builded high, Thrusting its towers towards the sky, With its shot-windows looking down Over the ribbed roofs of the town That like a cat, her mousing done, Stretches at ease there in the sun. Castle-of-Spain upon the crest Thrones like an eagle come to rest; Shut wings ready to spread once more And great and still in the blue to soar:— On that day you will turn to find Your castle gone with no wrack behind! Castle-of-Spain is hard to take. Your feet will bleed and your heart may break Better the safe and pleasant plain! For, reach the summit, nothing’s there Save mocking sun and empty air Or a tall cloud-tower in the heaven’s span— Small comfort that to an earthly man! Castle-of-Spain is builded high Up above us, beyond the sky.... Easy we build you, hardly we gain, Castle-of-Spain, Castle-of-Spain! San Pablo, Andalusia. |
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