"Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad
and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers and tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie."
(The City in the Sea by Edgar Allan Poe)