LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne
In a strange city, all alone,
Far down within the dim west —
Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
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But lo! a stir is in the air! The wave — there is a ripple there! As if the towers had thrown aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide
There open temples — open graves Are on a level with the waves — But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye, Not the gaily-jewell'd dead. a very special poem - tony
LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne In a strange city, all 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............ Guess no word can be enough for such a beautiful poetry. It's mind blowing.
Living in the midst of ignorance People never sold out to it.. iip
No holy rays from heaven come down On the long night-time of that town, But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently — a very good poem. t ony