No rays from the holy heaven come down

on the long night time of that town



But light from out the lurid sea

streams up the turrets silently



Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Gleams up the pinnacles far and free



Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls

Up fanes - up Babylon - like walls



up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

up sculptured ivy and stone flowers

up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

up sculptured ivy and stone flowers



up many and many a marvellous shrine

whose wreathed friezes interwine

the viol, the violet and the vine

the viol, the violet and the vine