Work at night

Artwork by; Mary J Sheridan, Nelinha, Alvaro Misterio, Cendre, .. Hark to the city-life roaring! Dull is the boom of the rolling fray: Sometimes a cry goes soaring Shrill from the torrent spray. Here all is quiet, Quiet the water Sleeps in the silent bay.Here is all desolate seeming — Far are we now from reality's strand: Only the City of Dreaming Woven on water and land. Let your head rest now Here on my shoulder — Look o'er the taffrail's rand.These are no rock-reefs that glimmer Under our keel in the misty light: Seest thou not castles that shimmer, Seest thou the palaces bright? That is Atlantis, Dreamland's Atlantis, The world that was sunk in night!Look on the white walls shining There where the ways by the citadel meet Godlike statues are lining Garden and market and street. All is deserted, Memories only Wander with joyless feet.Gold gat the power for oppression: Lordlings of Mammon the empire seized, Stole all the millions' possession, Squandered in riot and feast. Luxury's conquests Won they, and Ruin Grew as the tale increased.Then, as the high Gods fated, Vanished and sank in the gulfing waves A people to death dedicated — Sank to their ocean graves: Splendidly gifted, Sunken and perished, Whelmed in the sunless caves.Thick-set corals are gleaming, Paving the city of dreams and of sleep: Sunrays like starlight seeming Fall on the soundless deep: Weeds of old ocean, Twining their fibres, Over the columns creep.Some day, ah some day for us too Dawneth our hour for the quenching of light Some day descends upon us too Sleep and eternal night — Waves rolling o'er us, Sunlight that filters Dim through the waters bright.Over our city out yonder, Reared on foundations of slime and sand, Some day the sea-waves shall wander, Flooding our shore and strand: Over us swirling, Over us swinging, Folk from an alien land...Poem by G.F.

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