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6 The King did mount his palace-top, his courtiers all behind; He let his veering glance alight on whatso he could find.

On all sides round the island shone with golden-crested towers Inlaid like brooches in the heart of groves besprent with flowers.

And here upon the grassy green, above a silver fount, Thin thread on thread of stealing mist did many a palm surmount.

And here a lovely pleasure-lake, and here a splendid shrine, And here a gaily-gilded shop in fine array did shine.

For, all the wealth of all the world, exhaustless and untold, Was hoarded up, O Lanka fair, at thy bright feet of gold.

He saw the rampart, long and strong, of Lanka's mother-town, And on the rampart stairs the guards all hurrying up and down.

The Lion-portals all were closed; and here within the doors He saw, full ready and awake, a countless Demon-force.

And there without the town he saw a locust horde of men, That hung and hover'd line on line as far as he could ken.

Then to another scene he turn'd, his courtiers at his back; It was the field of battle, and he felt his bosom crack.