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[ti:The Haunted Palace] |
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[ar:Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows] |
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[al:Poetica] |
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In the greenest of our valleys |
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By good angels tenanted |
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Once a fair and stately palace |
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Radiant palace, reared its head |
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In the monarch thought's dominion |
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It stood there |
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Never seraph spread a pinion |
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Over fabric half so fair. |
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Banners yellow, glorious, golden |
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On its roof did float and flow, |
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This, all this, was in the olden time long ago |
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And every gentle air that dallied |
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In that sweet day |
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Along the ramparts plumed and pallid |
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A winged odor went away. |
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Wanderers in that happy valley |
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Through two luminous windows saw |
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Spirits moving musically |
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To a lute's well-tuned law |
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Round about a throne where sitting |
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(Porphyrogene!) |
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In state his glory well-befitting |
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The ruler of the realm was seen. |
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And all with pearl and ruby glowing |
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Was the fair palace door |
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Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing |
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And sparkling evermore |
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A troop of echoes whose sweet duty |
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Was but to sing |
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In voices of surpassing beauty |
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The wit and wisdom of their king. |
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But evil things in robes of sorrow |
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Assailed the monarch's high estate |
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(Ah, let us mourn! for never morrow |
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Shall dawn upon his desolate !) |
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And round about his home the glory |
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That blushed and bloomed |
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Is but a dim-remembered story |
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Of the old time entombed. |
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And travellers, now, within that valley |
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Through the red-litten windows see |
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Vast forms that move fantastically |
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To a discordant melody |
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While, like a ghastly rapid river, |
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Through the pale door |
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A hideous throng rush out forever |
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And laugh but smile no more. |