In a strange city lying alone

Far down within the dim West,

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines and palaces and towers

(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)

Resemble nothing that is ours.

Around, by lifting winds forgot,

Resignedly beneath the sky

The melancholy waters lie.

Tʜᴇ Cɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴇᴀ/Eᴅɢᴀʀ Aʟʟᴀɴ Pᴏᴇ