Majestic arches into times now unknown.
Ruling governments conquered, then overthrown.
Surrounded now, as it was surrounded then,
by beauty and grace, and by hoards of men.
Forgetting and forgotten wisdom of God,
treading in the streets that were so often trod.
The Grecians, the Romans and the Sultan Kings,
The beauty, the wisdom and powerful things.
Did they hear Wisdom’s words? Did they heed her call?
Or forsaken, surprised, at their city’s fall?
Nothing remains now but the mortar and stone
And sweet imaginations I dream alone.
A city surrounded by legend on sea;
And treasured by Nations, by kings, and by me.
