THE PALACE OF ECHOES.
So tall the cloud-hung turrets rise,
They seem to pierce the secret skies,
And they who tread their heights declare
That angel forms are sentries there.
They seem to pierce the secret skies,
And they who tread their heights declare
That angel forms are sentries there.
And rippling to the palace door,
A dull, deep wave flows evermore,
For they who pass, and they who come,
Must leap or swim those waters dumb.
A dull, deep wave flows evermore,
For they who pass, and they who come,
Must leap or swim those waters dumb.
