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And lo! the place lies (Her easement open to the skies) Irene, together with her Destinies! Oh, woman vibrant! can it's correct— This window open to the evening? The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly during the lattice drop— The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit via thy chamber out and in, And wave the curtain cover So fitfully—so conscientiously— Above the closed and fringed lid ’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies concealed, That o’er the ground and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows upward thrust and fall! Oh, woman pricey, hast thous no worry? Why and what artwork thou dreaming right here? yes thou paintings come o’er far away seas, A ask yourself to those backyard timber! unusual is thy pallor! unusual thy gown! unusual, principally, thy size of tress, And this all solemn silentness! the girl sleeps! Oh, may perhaps her sleep, Which is enduring, so be deep! Heaven have her in its sacred hold! This chamber replaced for another holy, This mattress for another depression, I pray to God that she might lie Forever with unopened eye, While the dim sheeted ghosts cross via! My love, she sleeps! Oh, might her sleep, As it truly is lasting, so be deep! gentle may possibly the worms approximately her creep! some distance within the woodland, dim and previous, For her could a few tall vault spread— Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged pannels fluttering again, Triumphant, o’er the crested palls, Of her grand family members funerals— Some sepulchre, distant, on my own, Against whose portal she hath thrown, In youth, many an idle stone— Some tomb fromout whose sounding door She ne’er shall strength an echo extra, Thrilling to imagine, negative baby of sin! It was once the useless who groaned inside. 1831 town within the Sea Lo! loss of life has reared himself a throne In a wierd urban mendacity by myself Far down in the dim West, Where the nice and the undesirable and the worst and the simplest Have long gone to their everlasting leisure. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble no longer! ) Resemble not anything that's ours. round, via lifting winds forgot, Resignedly underneath the sky The depression waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the lengthy night-time of that city; But gentle from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently— Gleams up the pinnacles some distance and loose— Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls— Up fanes—up Babylon-like partitions— Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of scultured ivy and stone vegetation— Up many and lots of a marvellous shrine Whose wreathèd friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly underneath the sky The depression waters lie. So mix the turrets and shadows there That all appear pendulous in air, While from a proud tower within the city Death appears gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn point with the luminous waves; But no longer the riches there that lie In every one idol’s diamond eye— Not the gaily-jewelled useless Tempt the waters from their mattress; For no ripples curl, sadly!