Those streets which never, since the days of yore,

By human footstep had been visited;

Those streets; which never more

A human foot shall tread,

Ladurlad trod. In sun-light, and sea-green,

The thousand palaces were seen

Of that proud city, whose superb abodes

Seem’d rear’d by Giants for the immortal Gods.

How silent and how beautiful they stand,

Like things of Nature! the eternal rocks

Themselves not firmer. Neither hath the sand

Drifted within their gates, and choak’d their doors,

Nor slime defil’d their pavements and their floors.

Did then the Ocean wage

His war for love and envy, not in rage,

O thou fair City, that he spares thee thus?

Art thou Varounin’s capital and court,