𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

“There is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies over the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City -- steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream, So smoothly, silently -- by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ranged along an azure sky; By many a pile in more than Eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-kings; The fronts of some, though Time had shattered them, Still glowing with the richest hues of art, As though the wealth within the...View all