It was golden and splendid,

That City of light;

A vision suspended

In deeps of the night;

A region of wonder and glory, whose temples were marble and white.



I remember the season

It dawn'd on my gaze;

The mad time of unreason,

The brain-numbing days

When Winter, white-sheeted and ghastly, stalks onward to torture and craze.



More lovely than Zion

It shone in the sky

When the beams of Orion

Beclouded my eye,

Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries of moments obscure and gone by.



Its mansions were stately,

With carvings made fair,

Each rising sedately

On terraces rare,

And the gardens were fragrant and bright with strange miracles blossoming there.



The avenues lur'd me

With vistas sublime;

Tall arches assur'd me

That once on a time

I had wander'd in rapture beneath them, and bask'd in the Halcyon clime.



On the plazas were standing

A sculptur'd array;

Long bearded, commanding,

rave men in their day—

But one stood dismantled and broken, its bearded face battered away.



In that city effulgent

No mortal I saw,

But my fancy, indulgent

To memory's law,

Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas, and eyed their stone features with

awe.



I fann'd the faint ember

That glow'd in my mind,

And strove to remember

The aeons behind; &

