Akin The City In The Sea

A stir is in the air, the waves

There is a movement there

As if the towers had thrust aside

In sinking the dull tide

The waves have now a redder glow

The hours are breathing faint

And low down down that town shal settle

Death has reared himself a throne

In a strange city lying alone

Far down within the dim west

Where the good and bad

And the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing

That is ours

Around by lifting winds forgot resignedly

Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie

Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie

While from a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down

No rays from the holy heaven come down

On the long night-time of that town.

But light from but the lurid sea

Streams up the turrets and gleams

Up the pinnacles far and free

L des temples ouverts et des tombes b©antes

B¢illent au niveau de vagues ©tincelantes

Mais ni la richesse de chaque idole

Ni les morts ne tentent les eaux hors

De leur lit car aucune lame ne s'enroute h©las

I li long de cette solitude de verre aucun gonflement

Ne raconte qu'il peut ªtre

Des vents sur quelque mer plus heureuse du loin

Aucune houle ne sugg©re que des vents

Ont ©t© sur des mers d'une moins

Hideuse s©r©nit©

Mais voici! Un branle est dans l'air la vague

Il y a un mouvement comme si les tours

Avaient repouss© en sombrant doucement

L'onde morne comme si les fa®tes avaient

Alors faiblement fait le vide dans les cieux

Fig©s les vagues ont  pr©sent une lueur plus

Rouge les heures respirent sourdes et faibles

Et quand parmi les g©missements autres que de la terre

Tr©s bas th©s bas cette ville hors d'ici s'©tablira

L'enfer se levant de mille tränes lui rendra hommage

Death has reared himself a throne 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 in their eternal rest.

Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie

While from a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down

From the sun and the stars whence I had drown

Froth a passionate light such for my spirit was fit