A stir is in the air, the waves
There is a movement there
As if the towers had thrust aside
In sinking the dull tide
The waves have now a redder glow
The hours are breathing faint
And low down down that town shal settle
Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim west
Where the good and bad
And the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing
That is ours
Around by lifting winds forgot resignedly
Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town.
But light from but the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets and gleams
Up the pinnacles far and free