�The caverns of the utter depths,
Carved from the breathing rock;
The tower of the Soul�s city,
Guarded with watch and lock!

I remember weeping
The noble halls of light;
In sad exile remember
Glories past into the night.

A world�s bright lamp is gone;
The last capital of Earth
Is fallen to the careless tread
Of these things of darkling birth.

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