Zelia

No rays from the holy heaven come down

on the long night time of that town

But light from out the lurid sea

streams up the turrets silently

Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls

Up fanes - up Babylon - like walls

up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

up sculptured ivy and stone flowers

up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

up sculptured ivy and stone flowers

up many and many a marvellous shrine

whose wreathed friezes interwine

the viol, the violet and the vine

the viol, the violet and the vine