Years onward have swept, Aye! long ages hoave rolled-- Since the billows first slept O'er the City of Gold! 'Neath its eddy of white Where the green wave is swelling, In their halls of delight Are the fairy tribes dwelling. And but seldom the eye Of a mortal may scan, Where those palaces high Rise unaided by man. Yet, at times the waves sever, And then you may view The yellow walls ever 'Neath the ocean's deep blue. But I warn thee, O man! Never seek to behold, Where the crystal streams ran In the City of Gold! Like a beauty with guile, When some young knight has found her, There is death in her smile, And dark ruin around her! Like a Poet's first dream In his longings for glory; A dagger whose gleam With the life-blood is gory. Like wishes possessed, And for which we have panted, When we find us unblest, Tho' our prayers have been granted. Like ought that's forbidden Weak man to behold, Death and sorrow are hid in The City of Gold. Rash youth! dost thou view it, The ransom thou'lt pay, Alas! thou must rue it, Death takes thee to-day!
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