No rays from the holy heaven come down
on the long night time of that town
But light from out the lurid sea
streams up the turrets silently
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free
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
up sculptured ivy and stone flowers
up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
up sculptured ivy and stone flowers
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
whose wreathed friezes interwine
the viol, the violet and the vine
the viol, the violet and the vine
[edgar allan poe]