And failing, fluttered back to rest.
Then had my soul a vision strange,
As far in spirit did I range,
And I beheld a far dim plain,
Dyed in day’s last Tyrean stain,
And through its dark and desert ground
A gleaming vein of water wound,
Where lonely piles of ruin old
Loomed vast, with hollow chambers cold,
Where horror dwelt with night and death,