Classic Poem

Safe in towery Amaurote
Now I dwell;
From the tumbling sea my boat,
Like a bell of foam afloat,
Up Anyder's refluent stream
Voyaged well;
And I woke unto a dream
Realized in realm remote
Of Utopia.

Whiles my eudaemonian guide
Thrummed her lyre,
Charmful o'er the billows wide,
In the distance I espied
Gleam of opalescent dome,
Golden spire;
Then my soul foreknew its home,
Far beyond the roaring tide.
In Utopia!

All was sooth as poets old
Gave renown;
All that seers and sages told,
Fabling of an Age of Gold; —
Towery Amaurote was there,
Blissful town!
Far away from everywhere,
Flushed with rosy light, behold!
In Utopia.

Visioned splendor reared from naught
Rose sublime;
Art and Beauty thither brought
All Imagination taught
Of the mystery of Man
And of Time;
Wisdom, smiling on the plan,
Bade the wonderwork be wrought,
In Utopia!

Have I eaten of the lote
So its spell
Laps and lulls me to devote
Hours Lethean, far remote
From the dreadful things that be?
Nay, I dwell
Where o'er dream-deeps Poesie
Sang me, in a foam-bell boat,