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Head of royal Montezuma, So the ancient legends tell; Montezuma, granite shrouded By some great enchanter's spell, Lying lordly by the borders Of the land he loved so well. HEAD OF ROYAL MONTEZUMA SO THE ANCIENT LEGENDS TELL MONTEZUMA GRANISH ROUTED BY SOME GREAT ENCHANTER'S SPELL LIE LORDLY BY THE BORDERS OF THE LAND HE LOVED SO WELL
rth. The while the thrush was singing, I heard the violets stir, And through the dreamy woodlands The breaking buds confer; I half divined the glories Of all the springs to be, —When, O, the song was silent! The thrush had flown, ah me! _MONTEZUMA_ On a lofty mountain summit In a tawny, desert land, Lo, a mighty human profile, But not hewn by human hand; In the living rock forever Looming dark, majestic, grand. O’er its outline, heaven fronting, When the dawn’s first radiance streams With its rosy touch, and tender, Then this face of granite seems As a sleeper’s unawakened From the thrall of peaceful dreams. But when down the western heavens Sinks the setting sun, blood-red, Then the mountain mists that mantle Cover close that quiet head, As men draw a pall of purple Round about their kingly dead. And the stars, like lighted tapers, Flicker forth in golden rows From the heaven’s holy altar, Whilst the night-wind as it blows Seems to chant a solemn requiem For the passing soul’s repose.  MONTEZUMA BY EVELING STEIN READ FOR LIVER VOXTA ORG BY SILVESTER LAND ON A LOFTY MOUNTAIN SUMMIT IN A TAWNY DESERT LAND LOW A MIGHTY HUMAN PROFILE BUT NOT HEWN BY HUMAN HAND IN THE LIVING ROCK FOR EVER LOOMING DARK MAJESTIC GRAND O'ER ITS OUTLINE HEAVEN FRONTING WHEN THE DAWN'S FIRST RADIANCE STREAMS WITH ITS ROSY TOUCH THAT TENDER THEN THIS FACE OF GRANITE SEEMS AS OF SLEEPER'S UNAWAKENED FROM THE THRALL OF PEACEFUL DREAMS BUT WHEN THE WESTERN HEAVENS SINK DOWN THE SETTING SUN BLOOD RED THEN THE MOUNTAIN MISTS THAT MANTLE COVER CLOSE THAT QUIET HEAD AS MEN DRAW A PALL OF PURPLE ROUND THEIR KINGLY HEAD AND THE STARS LIKE LIGHTED TAPERS FLICKER FORTH IN GOLDEN ROSE FROM THE HEAVENS HOLY ALTAR WHILST THE NIGHT WIND AS IT BLOWS SEEMS TO CHANT A SOLEMN REQUIEM FOR THE PASSING SOUL'S REPOSE
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