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 marvelous shrine
Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in the air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
— The City in the Sea, Second Stanza
Edgar Allan Poe
This one’s for Syl, cos she loves this stuff. Sorry it took this long to do another.
I was waiting to make sure I didn’t spoil Orr for slower levelers. Really! Honest!
Verse 3 and 4 tomorrow. Y’all must be pictured out by now.