In misty dreams and shadowed memories
Of fabled cities I have dwelt apace --
And from strange lakes set round with Guardian Trees
Have slacked my thirst, and scornful of the face
Of harsh reality have stooped to trace
Dark figures on the sands of alien keys.
In crystal splendor I have spanned the seas
And clothed myself in legendary grace
In Idris I have dwelt where Serpent Stones
And flow'rs of rusty violet merge to form
A glimmering gate of wonder, whereto bones
Of warrior dead are gathered in a storm
Of whirling clouds and cauldron flames that roar
Beneath the sky-vault where (two) great Ravens soar