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is covered up with weeds, The rabbits and the pismires brood On broken gold, and shards, and beads Where Priam's ancient palace stood. The floors of many a gallant house Are matted with the roots of grass; The glow-worm and the nimble mouse Among her ruins flit and pass. Naot Sandals Allen Edmonds Fairfax Shoes Danze Faucets And there, in orts of blackened bone, The widowed Trojan beauties lie, And Simois babbles over stone And waps and gurgles to the sky. Once there were merry days in Troy, Her chimneys smoked with cooking meals, The passing chariots did annoy The sunning housewives at their wheels. ChildShoes KSwis Shoes BoyShoes Born Shoes And many a lovely Trojan maid Set Trojan lads to lovely things; The game of life was nobly played, They played the game like Queens and Kings. So that, when Troy had greatly passed In one red roaring fiery coal, The courts the Grecians overcast Became a city in the soul. In some green island of the sea, Where now the shadowy coral grows In pride and pomp and empery The courts of old Atlantis rose. In many a glittering house of glass The Atlanteans wandered there; The paleness of their faces was Like ivory, so pale they were. And hushed they were, no noise of words In those bright cities ever rang; Only their thoughts, like golden birds, About their chambers thrilled and sang. They knew all wisdom, for they knew The souls of those Egyptian Kings Who learned, in ancient Babilu, The beauty of immortal things. They knew all beauty -- when they thought The air chimed like a stricken lyre, The elemental birds were wrought, The golden birds became a fire. And straight to busy camps and marts The singing flames were swiftly gone; The trembling leaves of human hearts Hid boughs for them to perch upon. And men in desert places, men Abandoned, broken, sick with fears, Rose singing, swung their swords agen, And laughed and died among the spears. The green and greedy seas have drowned That city's glittering walls and towers, Her sunken minarets are crowned With red and russet water-flowers. In towers and rooms and golden courts The shadowy coral lifts her sprays; The scrawl hath gorged her broken orts, The shark doth haunt her hidden ways. But, at the falling of the tide, The golden birds still sing and gleam, The Atlanteans have not died, Immortal things still give us dream. The dream that fires man's heart to make, To build, to do, to sing or say A beauty Death can never take, An Adam from the crumbled clay. |