Classic Poem

Clay Grounds — Foundries of the Brazen Pillars -

Clay grounds — Foundries OF THE B RAZEN P ILLARS .

How once the furnace fires were heated here!
Here the soft cooing of bright lordan's dove,
And nightingale's sweet song were silenced all
By roar of Hiram's cupolas! the scent
Of oleander buds, so exquisite,
Lost in thick smoke and soot of molten brass!
Now all is desolate; the poisonous thorn
In matted thickets, guards the gloomy place,
And Hiram's masterpieces are a myth.English