The silence of the city, how awful at midnight!
Mute as the battlements and crags and towers
That Fancy makes in the clouds, yea, as mute
As the moonlight that sleeps on the steady vanes.
The cell of a departed anchoret,
His skeleton and flitting ghost are there,
Sole tenants
And all the city silent as the moon
That steeps in quiet light the steady vanes
Of her huge temples.
A Silent City
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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