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]