MIRAGEDeem ye the veiling vision will abide—The marvel, and the glamour, and the dream,Which lies in light upon the barren world?The wings of Phoenix towering to the sun,Nor opals, nor the morning foam, may holdThe hueful flame that as from faery moonsIs mirrored on the sand; where many a time,From fields that hem with golden asphodelA river like a dragon coiled in light,Rise to the noon the hovering minaretsAnd soaring walls of cities Ilion-like,Till the dim winds are hung with palacesOf orient madreperl.Forever lost—Like sunset on a land of old romance,—The splendour fails, and leaves the travellerIn endless deserts flaming to the day.
Deem ye the veiling vision will abide—The marvel, and the glamour, and the dream,Which lies in light upon the barren world?The wings of Phoenix towering to the sun,Nor opals, nor the morning foam, may holdThe hueful flame that as from faery moonsIs mirrored on the sand; where many a time,From fields that hem with golden asphodelA river like a dragon coiled in light,Rise to the noon the hovering minaretsAnd soaring walls of cities Ilion-like,Till the dim winds are hung with palacesOf orient madreperl.Forever lost—Like sunset on a land of old romance,—The splendour fails, and leaves the travellerIn endless deserts flaming to the day.
Deem ye the veiling vision will abide—The marvel, and the glamour, and the dream,Which lies in light upon the barren world?The wings of Phoenix towering to the sun,Nor opals, nor the morning foam, may holdThe hueful flame that as from faery moonsIs mirrored on the sand; where many a time,From fields that hem with golden asphodelA river like a dragon coiled in light,Rise to the noon the hovering minaretsAnd soaring walls of cities Ilion-like,Till the dim winds are hung with palacesOf orient madreperl.Forever lost—Like sunset on a land of old romance,—The splendour fails, and leaves the travellerIn endless deserts flaming to the day.
Deem ye the veiling vision will abide—The marvel, and the glamour, and the dream,Which lies in light upon the barren world?
Deem ye the veiling vision will abide—
The marvel, and the glamour, and the dream,
Which lies in light upon the barren world?
The wings of Phoenix towering to the sun,Nor opals, nor the morning foam, may holdThe hueful flame that as from faery moonsIs mirrored on the sand; where many a time,From fields that hem with golden asphodelA river like a dragon coiled in light,Rise to the noon the hovering minaretsAnd soaring walls of cities Ilion-like,Till the dim winds are hung with palacesOf orient madreperl.Forever lost—Like sunset on a land of old romance,—The splendour fails, and leaves the travellerIn endless deserts flaming to the day.
The wings of Phoenix towering to the sun,
Nor opals, nor the morning foam, may hold
The hueful flame that as from faery moons
Is mirrored on the sand; where many a time,
From fields that hem with golden asphodel
A river like a dragon coiled in light,
Rise to the noon the hovering minarets
And soaring walls of cities Ilion-like,
Till the dim winds are hung with palaces
Of orient madreperl.
Forever lost—
Like sunset on a land of old romance,—
The splendour fails, and leaves the traveller
In endless deserts flaming to the day.