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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Eugene FitchWare

1192 The Aztec City

THERE is a clouded city, gone to rest

Beyond the crest

Where cordilleras mar the mystic west.

There suns unheeded rise and re-arise;

And in the skies

The harvest moon unnoticed lives and dies.

And yet this clouded city has no night—

Volcanic light

Compels eternal noontide, redly bright.

A thousand wells, whence cooling waters came,

No more the same,

Now send aloft a thousand jets of flame.

This clouded city is enchanting fair,

For rich and rare

From sculptured frieze the gilded griffins stare.

With level look—with loving, hopeful face,

Fixed upon space,

Stand caryatides of unknown race,

And colonnades of dark green serpentine,

Of strange design,

Carved on whose shafts queer alphabets combine.

And there are lofty temples, rich and great,

And at the gate,

Carved in obsidian, the lions wait.

And from triumphant arches, looking down

Upon the town,

In porphyry, sad, unknown statesmen frown.

And there are palace homes, and stately walls,

And open halls

Where fountains are, with voiceless water-falls.

The ruddy fire incessantly illumes

Temples and tombs,

And in its blaze the stone-wrought cactus blooms.

From clouds congealed the mercury distils,

And, forming rills,

Adown the streets in double streamlet trills.

As rains from clouds, that summer skies eclipse,

From turret-tips

And spire and porch the mobile metal drips.

No one that visited this fiery hive

Ever alive

Came out but me—I, I alone, survive.