In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace reared its head In the monarch Thoughts dominion It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden On its roof did float and flow This all this was in the olden Time long ago, And every gentle air that dallied In that sweet day Along the ramparts plumed and pallid A winged odor went away Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically To a lutes welltuned law Round about a throne where, sitting Porphyrogene! In state his glory wellbefitting The ruler of the realm was seen And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing And sparkling evermore A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing In voices of surpassing beauty The wit and wisdom of their king But evil things, in robes of sorrow Assailed the monarchs high estate Ah, let us mourn! for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate! And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dimremembered story Of the old time entombed And travellers, now, within that valley Through the redlitten windows See Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody While, like a ghastly rapid river Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh but smile no more
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