The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys by good angels tenanted
Once a fair and stately Palace, radiant Palace, reared its head.
In the monarch, Thought's 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 lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting, Porphyrogene!
In state, his glory well befitting, 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 it 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 monarch's high estate.
Let us mourn, for never morrow shall dawn upon him, desolate!
And round about his home, the glory that blushed and bloomed
Is a dim-remembered story of the old time now entombed.
Travelers now within that valley through the red-litten 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.

A hideous throng rush out forever and laugh, but smile no more.
A hideous throng rush out forever, and laugh, but smile no more!