Аннотация
I.
I know not if it was a dream. I viewed A city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western deepHad roared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude.Colossal palaces crowned every height;Towers from valleys climbed into the light;
O'er dwellings at their feet, great golden domesHung in the blue, barbarically bright.But now, new-glimmering to-east, the dayTouched the black masses with a grace of gray,
Dim spires of temples to the nation's GodStudding high spaces of the wide survey.Well did the roofs their solemn secret keepOf life and death stayed by the truce of sleep,
Yet whispered of an hour-when sleepers wake,The fool to hope afresh, the wise to weep.The gardens greened upon the builded hillsAbove the tethered thunders of the mills
With sleeping wheels unstirred to service yetBy the tamed torrents and the quickened rills.A hewn acclivity, reprieved a space,Looked on the builder's blocks about his base
And bared h...
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