Where waters flowed like sleep forevermore.
Lo, in the darkness, thick with dust of years,
How many a ghostly god around his throne,
With thronging winds that were forgotten Fames,
Stood, ere the dawn restore to ancient ears
The long-withholden thunder of their names,
And music stilled to monumental stone.
EIDOLON
Chryselephantine, clear as carven flame,