Knightly

That huge old hall, of knightly state,
Dismantled seem'd and desolate.
The moon through transom-shafts of stone,
Which crossed the latticed oriels, shone,
And by the mournful light she gave,
The Gothic vault seem'd funeral cave,
Pennon and banner waved no more
O'er beams of stag and tusks of boar.
Yet here and there the moonbeams fall
Where armor yet adorns the wall..

Sir Walter Scott