"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)