GW2: The City in the Sea – Verse 4 (and Final)

038.5 - Feature Pic For Fourth Verse

But lo,

039a - But Lo

a stir is in the air!

039b - Stir in the Air
The wave — there is a movement there!

040 - Wave Movement
As if the towers

041a - As If Towers

had thrust aside,

041b - Thrust Aside
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —

042 - Dull Tide
As if their tops had feebly given

043 - Their Tops Feebly Given
A void within

044a - A Void

the filmy Heaven.

044b - Filmy Heaven
The waves have now

045a - The Waves Have Now

a redder glow —

045b - A Redder Glow
The hours are breathing faint and low —

046 -Hours Breathing
And when, amid no earthly moans,

047 - No Earthly Moans
Down, down that town shall settle hence,

048 - Down Down
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,

049 -Hell Rising
Shall do it reverence.

050 -Reverence

— The City in the Sea, Fourth and Last Stanza

Edgar Allan Poe

Because Orr is Orr-some.

And Poe is da Poe-t.

P.S. If you’re reading this in a reader which doesn’t show the Featured Image of each post, do check them out if you liked what you saw. Those were my last four chances to put in what looked great to me but didn’t quite fit the poem.

GW2: The City in the Sea – Verse 3

026.5 - Feature Pic For Third Verse

There open fanes and gaping graves

027 - There Open Fanes and Gaping Graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;

028 - Yawn Level With the Luminous
But not the riches there that lie

029 - But Not Riches There That Lie
In each idol’s diamond eye —

030 - In Each Idols
Not the gaily-jeweled dead

031 - Not the Gaily Jeweled Dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;

032 - Tempt The Waters
For no ripples curl, alas!

033 - For No Ripples Curl
Along that wilderness of glass —

034 - Along Wilderness of Glass
No swellings tell that winds may be

035 - No Swellings Tell
Upon some far-off happier sea —

036 - Far Off Happier Sea
No heavings hint that winds have been

037 - No Heavings Hint
On seas less hideously serene.

038 - Hideously Serene

— The City in the Sea, Third Stanza

Edgar Allan Poe