UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel, <br />Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below; <br />By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snow <br />Lay lightly heaped upon the turf's light swell; <br />By gardens, whence upon the wayside fell <br />Jasmine and rose in April's overflow; <br />Till, winding up in Epipolae's wide brow, <br />We reached at last the lonely citadel. <br /> <br /> <br />There, on the ruined rampart climbing high, <br />We sat and dreamed among the browsing sheep, <br />Until we heard the trumpet's startled cry <br />Waking a clang of arms about the keep, <br />And seaward saw, with rapt foreboding eye, <br />The sails of Athens whiten on the deep.<br /><br />Edith Wharton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/euryalus/
