They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
Of forest night had hid eternal things,
They scal\u2019d the sky with tow\u2019rs and marble piles
To make a city for their revellings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
White and amazing to the lands around
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crown\u2019d
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang,
While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains;
Never a voice of elder marvels sang,
Nor any eye call\u2019d up the hills and plains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thus down the years, till on one purple night
A drunken minstrel in his careless verse
Spoke the vile words that should not see the light,
And stirr\u2019d the shadows of an ancient curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield;
So on the spot where that proud city stood,
The shuddering dawn no single stone reveal\u2019d,
But fled the blackness of a primal wood.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
By H.P. Lovecraft They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aislesOf forest night had hid eternal things,They scal\u2019d the sky with tow\u2019rs and marble pilesTo make a city for their revellings. White and amazing to the lands aroundThat wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;Crystal and ivory, sublimely crown\u2019dWith pinnacles that bore unmelting snows. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1754","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n