Copan

Around its walls the forests of the west Gloom, as about some mystery's final pale Might lie its multifold exterior veil. Sculptured with signs and meanings unconfessed, Its lordly fanes and palaces attest A past before whose wall of darkness fail Reason and fancy, finding not the tale Erased by time from history's palimpest.

Within this place, that from the gloom of Eld Still meets the light, a people came and went Like whirls of dust between its columns blown— An alien race, whose record, shadow-held, Is sealed with those of others long forespent That died in sunless planets lost and lone.