From out the dim and mystic land of dreams,
There came to him entranced such visioned sights
As never mortal eye had seen before.
Back on the crumbling path of Time he went,
And stood amid the light of ancient days—
Amidst the treasures of the mighty dead!
The seal that held the past was shriveled up,
And from the breathing ruins wondrous forms
Swept by, and walked again the sea of Life.
The young and beautiful of olden time—