"@3The four cities of the world that was: the sunken city of Murias, and the city of Gorias, and the city of Finias, and the city of Falias@1." (@3Ancient Gaelic Chronicle@1.) Finias and Falias, Where are they gone? Does the wave hide Murias— Does Gorias know the dawn? Does not the wind wail In the city of gems? Do not the prows sail Over fallen diadems And the spires of dim gold And the pale palaces Of Murias, whose tale was told Ere the world was old? Do women cry @3Alas!@1 . . . Beyond Finias? Does the eagle pass Seeing but her shadow on the grass Where once was Falias: And do her towers rise Silent and lifeless to the frozen skies? And do whispers and sighs Fill the twilights of Finias With love that has not grown cold Since the days of old? Hark to the tolling of bells And the crying of wind! The old spells Time out of mind, They are crying before me and behind! I know now no more of my pain, But am as the wandering rain Or as the wind's shadow on the grass Beyond Finias of the Dark Rose: Or, 'mid the pinnacles and still snows Of the Silence of Falias, I go: or am as the wave that idly flows Where the pale weed in songless thickets grows Over the towers and fallen palaces Where the Sea-city was, The city of Murias. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON |