Lo Death has reared himself a throne The shadow city lies alone No rays from the heavens down On the long night of town Light from out the lurid sea Streams up silently Up spires, up kingly halls Like Babylon's walls There shrines, palaces and towers Undisturbed, by lifting winds forgot Resigned beneath the sky The melancholic waters lie. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn with luminous waves Not the jewels that there lie In each idol's diamond eye No swellings tell that winds may pass On this plain of glass No heavings hint, that winds have been On seas deathly serene. There shrines, palaces and towers Undisturbed, by lifting winds forgot Resigned beneath the sky The melancholic waters lie. The waves have now a redder glow The hours are breathing faint and low Down, down from underground Hell, rising from a thousand thrones