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Beside the pounding cataracts	A
Of midnight streams unknown to us	B
'Tis builded in the leafless tracts	A
And valleys huge of Tartarus	A
Lurid and lofty and vast it seems	A
It hath no rounded name that rings	A
But I have heard it called in dreams	A
The City of the End of Things	A
	-
Its roofs and iron towers have grown	C
None knoweth how high within the night	D
But in its murky streets far down	E
A flaming terrible and bright	D
Shakes all the stalking shadows there	F
Across the walls across the floors	A
And shifts upon the upper air	F
From out a thousand furnace doors	A
	-
And all the while an awful sound	G
Keeps roaring on continually	H
And crashes in the ceaseless round	G
Of a gigantic harmony	H
Through its grim depths re echoing	I
And all its weary height of walls	A
With measured roar and iron ring	I
The inhuman music lifts and falls	A
Where no thing rests and no man is	A
And only fire and night hold sway	J
The beat the thunder and the hiss	A
Cease not and change not night nor day	J
	-
And moving at unheard commands	A
The abysses and vast fires between	K
Flit figures that with clanking hands	A
Obey a hideous routine	K
They are not flesh they are not bone	C
They see not with the human eye	L
And from their iron lips is blown	C
A dreadful and monotonous cry	L
And whoso of our mortal race	A
Should find that city unaware	F
Lean Death would smite him face to face	A
And blanch him with its venomed air	F
Or caught by the terrific spell	M
Each thread of memory snapt and cut	N
His soul would shrivel and its shell	M
Go rattling like an empty nut	N
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It was not always so but once	A
In days that no man thinks upon	O
Fair voices echoed from its stones	A
The light above it leaped and shone	C
Once there were multitudes of men	P
That built that city in their pride	Q
Until its might was made and then	P
They withered age by age and died	Q
But now of that prodigious race	A
Three only in an iron tower	R
Set like carved idols face to face	A
Remain the masters of its power	R
And at the city gate a fourth	S
Gigantic and with dreadful eyes	A
Sits looking toward the lightless north	S
Beyond the reach of memories	A
Fast rooted to the lurid floor	T
A bulk that never moves a jot	U
In his pale body dwells no more	T
Or mind or soul an idiot	N
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But sometime in the end those three	H
Shall perish and their hands be still	V
And with the master's touch shall flee	H
Their incommunicable skill	V
A stillness absolute as death	W
Along the slacking wheels shall lie	L
And flagging at a single breath	W
The fires shall moulder out and die	L
The roar shall vanish at its height	D
And over that tremendous town	E
The silence of eternal night	D
Shall gather close and settle down	E
All its grim grandeur tower and hall	X
Shall be abandoned utterly	H
And into rust and dust shall fall	X
From century to century	H
Nor ever living thing shall grow	Y
Or trunk of tree or blade of grass	A
No drop shall fall no wind shall blow	Y
Nor sound of any foot shall pass	A
Alone of its accurs d state	Z
One thing the hand of Time shall spare	F
For the grim Idiot at the gate	Z
Is deathless and eternal there	F

Archibald Lampman

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