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- 1831
- THE CITY IN THE SEA
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
- In a strange city lying alone
- Far down within the dim West,
- Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
- Have gone to their eternal rest.
- There shrines and palaces and towers
- (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
- Resemble nothing that is ours.
- Around, by lifting winds forgot,
- Resignedly beneath the sky
- The melancholy waters he.
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- No rays from the holy heaven come down
- On the long night-time of that town;
- But light from out the lurid sea
- Streams up the turrets silently-
- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
- Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
- Up many and many a marvellous shrine
- Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
- The viol, the violet, and the vine.
- Resignedly beneath the sky
- The melancholy waters lie.
- So blend the turrets and shadows there
- That all seem pendulous in air,
- While from a proud tower in the town
- Death looks gigantically down.
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- There open fanes and gaping graves
- Yawn level with the luminous waves;
- But not the riches there that lie
- In each idol's diamond eye-
- Not the gaily-jewelled dead
- Tempt the waters from their bed;
- For no ripples curl, alas!
- Along that wilderness of glass-
- No swellings tell that winds may be
- Upon some far-off happier sea-
- No heavings hint that winds have been
- On seas less hideously serene.
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- But lo, a stir is in the air!
- The wave- there is a movement there!
- As if the towers had thrust aside,
- In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
- As if their tops had feebly given
- A void within the filmy Heaven.
- The waves have now a redder glow-
- The hours are breathing faint and low-
- And when, amid no earthly moans,
- Down, down that town shall settle hence,
- Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
- Shall do it reverence.
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- -THE END-
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