From some beleaguered city of the isles;
And white-robed argosies from wealthy Tyre,
Rising and falling on the sparkling waves,
Voyaging with orient merchandise to towns,
Whose turrets glittered in the western beam.
Within your cities, villages, and fields,
Abode a graceful populace, with rites
And manners beautiful as e’er adorned
The imagined landscape of a poet’s dream;
The captive maid, descending with her urn