George Gordon, Lord Byron

Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shattered wall
Black with the miner's blast, upon her height
Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball
Rebouuding idly on her strength did light:
A tower of victory, from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watched along the plain:
But Peace destroyed what War could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to summer's rain, —
On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.