The Harlequin Opal, Volume 2 by Fergus Hume

Here, where mingle rocks and sands, Phantom-like the city stands, Looming vague and ghostly pale, Through the dawning's misty veil. Day and night, and night and day, At the foot of ramparts grey; Just a stone-throw up the shore Ever-hungry surges roar, As they would rejoice to tear From her heights that city fair, Where, engirt by forests green, Proud she sits, a laurelled queen; Dim the mighty fabric gleams, As thought-built in magic dreams, 'Tis some palace city hoary, Famed in song for golden glory, Which, at dawn, will fade away, In the traitor light of day.

The city of Acauhtzin was not unlike the capital in appearance, though it differed from Tlatonac in being built on a projecting point of land, instead of on a hill. On either side were mountains, partially enclosing a deep basin, wherein the war-ships were anchored, and on a tongue of rock jutting into the centre of this pool the city was built. The walls white and glistening, arose sheer from the rocky cliffs and above them only a few steeples and towers could be seen. The walls encompassing the tongue of rock formed a kind of citadel, and then ran along the inshore for some distance on each side, terminating in well-defended forts. At the back of the city arose a high mountain, clothed with green forests, from amidst which a mighty peak of snow shot up grandly into the blue sky.