The City In The Sea
By:Edgar Allan Poe
Lo!Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange 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 te 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 pinnicles far and free --
Up domes -- up spires--up kingly halls --
Up fanes -- up Bablyon-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.
Resigned 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-jewwled 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 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,that town shall settle hence,
Hell,rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
In A Mirror
As the darkness came and light approached
The mirror stood still
And before the mirror stands a soul
One who cannot seem to forgive;
Then suddenly a fumble
The one whose beauty surrounded the land;
Still the mirror stood still
As the desperate soul seeks for sympathy
the beauty of the princeness surrounds ye;
Nevertheless,both eyes look in the same mirror;
Seeking for forgiveness for what the reasons maybe.
When there is sun and when there is rain
The soul is always awake;seeking for forgiveness
While the beauty cannot buy what the soul is hoping for
By looking in a mirror.
The mirror will always be there;
We will look at ourselves
Seeking for sympathy and happiness
But cannot find it,
And the mirror stood still.
By:Virana Mahadeo
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