Amithaine

Who has seen the towers of Amithaine Swan-throated rising from the main Whose tides to some remoter moon Flow in a fadeless afternoon?... Who has seen the towers of Amithaine Shall sleep, and dream of them again. On falcon banners never furled, Beyond the marches of the world, They blazon forth the heraldries Of dream-established sovereignties Whose princes wage immortal wars For beauty with the bale-red stars. Amid the courts of Amithaine The broken iris rears again Restored from gardens youth has known; And strains from ruinous viols flown The legends tell in Amithaine Of her that is its chatelaine. Dreamer, beware! in her wild eyes Full many a sunken sunset lies, And gazing, you shall find perchance The fallen kingdoms of romance, And past the bourns of north and south Follow the roses of her mouth. For trumpets blare in Amithaine For paladins that once again Ride forth to ghostly, glamorous wars Against the doom-preparing stars. Dreamer, awake!... but I remain To ride with them in Amithaine.