The City of Music

By George Sterling

Where lonely now Scamander flows
    And scattered lies the hero's pyre,
The towers of Troy (saith Song) arose
    Accordant to Apollo's lyre,

When Music, floating on the storm
    Of chords that cried Infinity,
Swept unto permanence of form
    The city of the Dardan sea.

And 'neath an arch that Iris drew
    From headlands of celestial gold,
Shone forth from heaven's pacific blue
    The faces of the gods of old.

But when I list to Music cry
    Her ecstasies of grief and joy,
Diviner visions throng my sky,
    And lordlier domes than those of Troy.

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