Dunluce Castle

To-day upon thy ruined walls
The flowers wave flags of truce,
For time has proved thy conqueror,
And tamed thy strength, Dunluce!

Marauders in their clanking mail
Ride from thy gates no more,—
Lords of the Skerries' cruel rocks,
Masters of sea and shore.

Thy dungeons are untenanted,
Thy captives are set free;
The daisy with sweet childish face
Keeps watch and ward o'er thee.