Gold, Prisoner

Antique Kings Ninevaean, Jesus named Galilaean,
barbaric Earls — Paladen — me they admitted in use.
In me ran royal wine, an Ionian hillside's harvest,
lucid like Pharphar, sanguine as old Simois.
Now I captive immured he languishing; hardly shall aught now
Shine forth of my immense Splendour inexpressible.
Ho! mummified dynasts! rock coffin of Andaean Incas!
are all princely spirits fled with us, O Tumuli!
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