Edgar Allan Poe: The Haunted Palace (Das Spukschloß)
01 06 2006
I
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared it's head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion—
In the greenest of our valleys,
It stood there ;
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
II
Banners, yellow, glorious, golden,
On it's roof did float and flow ;
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago).
And every gentle air that dallied
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallied
A winged odour went away.
III
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene !)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
IV
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came, flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
V
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate ;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate !)
And around about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
VI
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody ;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh—but smile no more.
[Edgar Allan Poe (from the short story "The Fall of the House of Usher")]
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