TINTAGEL, huge rock-royal, glad was I
That only here and there a crumbling wall,
Hard to distinguish from the natural,
Still stood upon thy summit. Worthily
Could feudal palace-keep scarce occupy
Such site; and how would newer buildings pall
Where every rood was stamped historical,
Or fancy-tinged, or steeped in legendry?
Dismantled, one can picture on the isle
A shadowy Arthur washed up from the bay,
And rear upon its front a stately pile
Of marble as kings reared them in the day,
Ere time had taught the Briton to neglect
The lesson of the Roman Architect.

译文：
丁塔杰尔啊，王岩巍峨，我曾暗自欣喜，
只见残墙零落，东一处，西一隅；
几乎与天成岩骨难分彼此，
仍勉强立在你高耸的脊顶。
这等地势，封建堡垒几乎无从容身；
若添后世新构，又怎不黯然失色？
这里每一尺土地都镌着史痕，
或染幻想，或浸在传说的潮声里。
残垣之间，仍可想见那幽影般的亚瑟
自海湾漂来，在孤岛上被命运托起；
前庭可再起一座堂皇的宫阙，
如古王当年，以大理石筑就威仪。
直到岁月教会不列颠人遗忘，
那属于罗马建筑师的古老箴言。

Source: Douglas B. W. Sladen, Sonnets of Arthurian Cornwall: Tintagel (1885).
https://d.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/text/sladen-tintagel.html