XXXII.

They mourn, but smile at length--and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;[hp] The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the ruined wall Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthral; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;[hq] And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:[295]