The Wood-The Sundial

[ti:The Wood] [ar:The Sundial] [al:Transition] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Wood - The Sundial [00:51.18]They cut it down and where the pitch-black aisles [00:58.42]Of forest night had hid eternal things [01:06.03]They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles [01:12.70]To make a city for their revellings [01:19.31]White and amazing to the lands around [01:26.89]That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose; [01:34.51]Crystal and ivory sublimely crowned [01:41.99]With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows [01:50.98] [02:05.52]And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang [02:12.45]While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains; [02:20.25]Never a voice of elder marvels sang [02:26.80]Nor any eye called up the hills and plains [02:35.92]Thus down the years till on one purple night [02:42.98]A drunken minstrel in his careless verse [02:50.34]Spoke the vile words that should not see the light [02:57.83]And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse [03:07.19] [03:51.89]Forests may fall but not the dusk they shield; [03:54.88]So on the spot where that proud city stood [03:58.56]The shuddering dawn no single stone revealed [04:02.24]But fled the blackness of a primal wood