<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Castle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through that summer at ease we lay,<br>And daily from the turret wall<br>We watched the mowers in the hay<br>And the enemy half a mile away<br>They seemed no threat to us at all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For what, we thought, had we to fear<br>With our arms and provender, load on load,<br>Our towering battlements, tier on tier,<br>And friendly allies drawing near<br>On every leafy summer road. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our gates were strong, our walls were thick,<br>So smooth and high, no man could win<br>A foothold there, no clever trick<br>Could take us, have us dead or quick.<br>Only a bird could have got in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What could they offer us for bait?<br>Our captain was brave and we were true....<br>There was a little private gate,<br>A little wicked wicket gate.<br>The wizened warder let them through. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh then our maze of tunneled stone<br>Grew thin and treacherous as air.<br>The cause was lost without a groan,<br>The famous citadel overthrown,<br>And all its secret galleries bare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can this shameful tale be told?<br>I will maintain until my death<br>We could do nothing, being sold;<br>Our only enemy was gold,<br>And we had no arms to fight it with.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Muir">Edwin Muir</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381486" data-title="The Castle de Edwin Muir" data-description="All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all. For what, we thought, had we to fear With our arms and provender, load on ..."></div> </div> </div>

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