Classic Poem

Of the Earl, in truth, the Seneschal swore
(And over the ocean this tale he bore)
That when, as he fled on that last wild night,
He had gain'd the other side of the moat,
Dripping, he shook off his wet leathern coat,
And turning round beheld, from basement
To cope, the Castle swathed in light,
And, reveal'd in the glare thro' My Lady's casement,
He saw, or dreamed he saw, this sight—