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<h2><i>THE CITY IN THE SEA</i></h2>
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne<br/>
In a strange city lying alone<br/>
Far down within the dim West,<br/>
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best<br/>
Have gone to their eternal rest.<br/>
There shrines and palaces and towers<br/>
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)<br/>
Resemble nothing that is ours.<br/>
Around, by lifting winds forgot,<br/>
Resignedly beneath the sky<br/>
The melancholy waters lie.<br/>
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No rays from the holy heaven come down<br/>
On the long night-time of that town;<br/>
But light from out the lurid sea<br/>
Streams up the turrets silently—<br/>
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free—<br/>
Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls—<br/>
Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls—<br/>
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers<br/>
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers—<br/>
Up many and many a marvellous shrine<br/>
Whose wreathèd friezes intertwine<br/>
The viol, the violet, and the vine.<br/>
Resignedly beneath the sky<br/>
The melancholy waters lie.<br/>
So blend the turrets and shadows there<br/>
That all seem pendulous in air,<br/>
While from a proud tower in the town<br/>
Death looks gigantically down.<br/></p>
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<p class="caption">The City in the Sea</p>
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There open fanes and gaping graves<br/>
Yawn level with the luminous waves;<br/>
But not the riches there that lie<br/>
In each idol's diamond eye—<br/>
Not the gaily-jewelled dead<br/>
Tempt the waters from their bed;<br/>
For no ripples curl, alas!<br/>
Along that wilderness of glass—<br/>
No swellings tell that winds may be<br/>
Upon some far-off happier sea—<br/>
No heavings hint that winds have been<br/>
On seas less hideously serene.<br/>
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But lo, a stir is in the air!<br/>
The wave—there is a movement there!<br/>
As if the towers had thrust aside,<br/>
In slightly sinking, the dull tide—<br/>
As if their tops had feebly given<br/>
A void within the filmy Heaven.<br/>
The waves have now a redder glow—<br/>
The hours are breathing faint and low—<br/>
And when, amid no earthly moans,<br/>
Down, down that town shall settle hence,<br/>
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,<br/>
Shall do it reverence.<br/></p>
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