Edgar Allan Poe

Here you will find thePoemThe City in the Seaof poet Edgar Allan Poe

The City in the Sea

瞧!死亡已经在一个陌生的饲养自己的宝座city lying 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. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out of 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 marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves But not the riches that there lie In each idol's damned eye -- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass -- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea -- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave -- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide -- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves now have a redder glow -- The hours are breathing faint and low -- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.