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Dark in the west the sunset's somber wrack / Unrolled vast walls the rams of war had split, / Along whose battlements the battle lit / Tempestuous beacons; and, with gates hurled back, / A mighty city, red with ruin and sack, / Through burning breaches, crumbling bit by bit, / Showed where the God of Slaughter seemed to sit / With conflagration glaring at each crack. / Who knows? perhaps as sleep unto us makes / Our dreams as real as our waking seems / With recollections time can not destroy, / So in the mind of Nature now awakes / Haply some wilder memory, and she dreams / The stormy story of the fall of Troy.