  SAFE in towery Amaurote Now I dwell; From the tumbling sea my boat, Like a bell of foam afloat, Up Anyder’s refluent stream Voyaged well; And I woke unto a dream Realized in realm remote Of Utopia. Whiles my eudÆmonian guide Thrummed her lyre, Charmful o’er the billows wide, In the distance I espied Gleam of opalescent dome, Golden spire; Then my soul foreknew its home Far beyond the roaring tide, In Utopia! All was sooth as poets old Gave renown; All that seers and sages told, Fabling of an Age of Gold;— Towery Amaurote was there, Blissful town! Far away from everywhere, Flushed with rosy light, behold! In Utopia. Visioned splendor reared from naught Rose sublime; Art and Beauty thither brought All Imagination taught Of the mystery of Man And of Time; Wisdom, smiling on the plan, Bade the wonderwork be wrought, In Utopia! Have I eaten of the lote So its spell Laps and lulls me to devote Hours Lethean, far remote Nay, I dwell Where o’er dream-deeps Poesie Sang me, in a foam-bell boat, To Utopia. THE END |
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