John Mitford - At Dover Castle lyrics

Look upward on yon desolated pile, And as you mark its ruins lone and grey, Mourn not, O mourn not for its long decay! But see how gentle Nature, with a smile, Sweet as a mother's, anxious to beguile Her infant to her bosom, gone astray, Calls on the ocean-gales from yonder bay To breathe upon its mouldering towers; the while The fox-glove, and the wild flower, o'er the walls Drop silently their seeds; and sun, and rain, And summer dews with fairy hands unchain Each granite link; and then anon it falls, Obedient to that voice, which once again So tenderly her offspring lost recalls.