Aira

A poem about Aira in the Dreamlands.

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2. Part II

City of marble and beryl

The curving river Nithra,

Where the poet Iranon

Had a father that once ruled as King!

 

Palaces with golden domes,

Gardens with flowing fountains;

In the midst of reflecting pools.

 

There stands a citadel,

View of the entire city.

And never so beautiful beholded,

As the view of the serene Sea.

 

Groves and fertile fields,

A brook called the Kra

Crosses the valley from the hills

In a series of waterfalls.

 

Forested with yath-trees,

Dreamed by the very poet

And they said it was only a dream...

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