There was a time, it passeth me to say How long ago, but sure‘ twas many a day Before the world had gotten her such store Of foolish wisdom as she hath,— before
She fell to waxing gray with weight of years And knowledge, bitter knowledge, bought with tears,— When it did seem as if the feet of time Moved to the music of a golden rhyme,
And never one false thread might woven be Athwart that web of worldwide melody. ‘ Twas then there lived a certain queen and king, Unvext of wars or other evil thing,
Within a spacious palace builded high, Whence they might see their chiefest city lie About them, and half hear from their tall towers Its populous murmur through the daylight hours,
And see beyond its walls the pleasant plain. One child they had, these blissful royal twain: Of whom‘ tis told — so more than fair was he — There lurked at whiles a something shadowy
Deep down within the fairness of his face; As‘ twere a hint of some not-earthly grace, Making the royal stripling rather seem The very dreaming offspring of a dream
Than human child of human ancestry: And something strange-fantastical was he, I doubt not. Howsoever he upgrew, And after certain years to manhood drew
Nigh, so that all about his father's court, Seeing his graciousness of princely port, Rejoiced thereat; and many maidens’ eyes Look'd pleased upon his beauty, and the sighs
Of many told I know not what sweet tales. So, like to some fair ship with sunlit sails, Glided his youth amid a stormless sea, Till once by night there came mysteriously
A fateful wind, and o'er an unknown deep Bore him perforce. It chanced that while in sleep He lay, there came to him a strange dim dream. ‘ Twas like as he did float adown a stream,
In a lone boat that had nor sail nor oar Yet seemed as it would glide for evermore, Deep in the bosom of a sultry land Fair with all fairness. Upon either hand
Were hills green-browed and mist-engarlanded, And all about their feet were woods bespread, Hoarding the cool and leafy silentness In many an unsunned hollow and hid recess.
Nought of unbeauteous might be there espied; But in the heart of the deep woods and wide, And in the heart of all, was Mystery — A something more than outer eye might see,
A something more than ever ear might hear. The very birds that came and sang anear Did seem to syllable some faery tongue, And, singing much, to hold yet more unsung.
And heard at whiles, with hollow wandering tone, Far off, as by some aery huntsmen blown, Faint-echoing horns, among the mountains wound, Made all the live air tremulous with sound.
So hour by hour ( thus ran the Prince's dream ) Glided the boat along the broadening stream; Till, being widowed of the sun her lord, The purblind day went groping evenward:
Whereafter Sleep compelled to his mild yoke The bubbling clear souls of the feathered folk, Sealing the vital fountains of their song. Howbeit the Prince went onward all night long
And never shade of languor came on him, Nor any weariness his eyes made dim. And so in season due he heard the breath Of the brief winds that wake ere darkness’ death
Sigh through the woods and all the valley wide: The rushes by the water answering sighed: Sighed all the river from its reedy throat. And like a wingèd creature went the boat,
Over the errant water wandering free, As some lone seabird over a lone sea. And Morn pale-haired with watery wide eyes Look'd up. And starting with a swift surprise,
Sprang to his feet the Prince, and forward leant, His gaze on something right before him bent That like a towered and templed city showed, Afar off, dim with very light, and glowed
As burnished seas at sundawn when the waves Make amber lightnings all in dim-roof'd caves That fling mock-thunder back. Long leagues away, Down by the river's green right bank it lay,
Set like a jewel in the golden morn: But ever as the Prince was onward borne, Nearer and nearer danced the dizzy fires Of domes innumerable and sun-tipt spires
And many a sky-acquainted pinnacle, Splendid beyond what mortal tongue may tell; And ere the middle heat of day was spent, He saw, by nearness thrice-magnificent,
Hardly a furlong's space before him lie The City, sloping to the stream thereby. And therewithal the boat of its own will Close to the shore began to glide, until,
All of a sudden passing nigh to where The glistering white feet of a marble stair Ran to the rippled brink, the Prince outsprang Upon the gleamy steps, and wellnigh sang
For joy, to be once more upon his feet, Amid the green grass and the flowers sweet. So on he paced along the river-marge, And saw full many a fair and stately barge,
Adorned with strange device and imagery, At anchor in the quiet waters lie. And presently he came unto a gate Of massy gold, that shone with splendid state
Of mystic hieroglyphs, and storied frieze All overwrought with carven phantasies. And in the shadow of the golden gate, One in the habit of a porter sate,
And on the Prince with wondering eye looked he, And greeted him with reverent courtesy, Saying, “Fair sir, thou art of mortal race, The first hath ever journeyed to this place,—
For well I know thou art a stranger here, As by the garb thou wearest doth appear; And if thy raiment do belie thee not, Thou should'st be some king's son. And well I wot,
If that be true was prophesied of yore, A wondrous fortune is for thee in store; For though I be not read in Doomful Writ, Oft have I heard the wise expounding it,
And, of a truth, the fatal rolls declare That the first mortal who shall hither fare Shall surely have our Maiden-Queen to wife, And while the world lives shall they twain have life. "
Hereat, be sure, the wonder-stricken youth, Holden in doubt if this were lies or truth, Was tongue-tied with amaze, and sore perplext, Unknowing what strange thing might chance him next,
And ere he found fit words to make reply, The porter bade a youth who stood hard by Conduct the princely stranger, as was meet, Through the great golden gate into the street,
And thence o'er all the city, wheresoe'er Was aught to show of wonderful or fair. With that the Prince, beside his willing guide, Went straightway through the gate, and stood inside
The wall, that, builded of a rare white stone, Clasp'd all the city like a silver zone. And thence down many a shining street they passed, Each one appearing goodlier than the last,
Cool with the presence of innumerous trees And fountains playing before palaces. And whichsoever way the Prince might look, Another marvel, and another, took
His wildered eyes with very wonderment. And holding talk together as they went, The Prince besought his guide to tell him why Of all the many folk that passed them by
There was not one that had the looks of eld, Or yet of life's mid-years; for they beheld Only young men and maidens everywhere, Nor ever saw they one that was not fair.
Whereat the stripling: “Master, thou hast seen, Belike, the river that doth flow between Flowers and grasses at the city's feet?” And when the Prince had rendered answer meet,
“Then,” said the other, “know that whosoe'er Drinks of the water thou beheldest there ( It matters not how many are his years ) Thenceforward from that moment he appears
Like as he was in youthly days, before His passèd summers told beyond a score: And so the people of this land possess Unto all time their youth and comeliness.”
Scarce had his mouth made answer when there rose Somewhat of tumult, ruffling the repose Of the wide splendid street; and lifting up His eyes, the Prince beheld a glittering troop
Of horsemen, each upon a beauteous steed, Toward them coming at a gentle speed. And as the cavalcade came on apace, A sudden pleasure lit the stripling's face
Who bore him company and was his guide; And “Lo, thou shalt behold our queen,” he cried,— “Even the fairest of the many fair; With whom was never maiden might compare
For very loveliness!” While yet he spake, On all the air a silver sound‘ gan break Of jubilant and many-tongued acclaim, And in a shining car the bright queen came,
And looking forth upon the multitude Her eyes beheld the stranger where he stood, And round about him was the loyal stir: And all his soul went out in love to her.
But even while her gaze met his, behold, The city and its marvels manifold Seemed suddenly removed far off, and placed Somewhere in Twilight; and withal a waste
Of sudden waters lay like time between; And over all that space he heard the queen Calling unto him from her chariot; And then came darkness. And the Dream was not.
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