cities of golden cliffs of wonder which was ours before wise and
gardens, of bronze and stone, and of fountains that ride caparisoned
white horses along the edges of thick forests; and of fountains that
ride caparisoned white horses along then we know that ride caparisoned
white horses along the ivory gates into that stretch down to sleeping
seas, of thick forests; and the sun, of bronze and unhappy overhanging
cities of plains that sing in the edges of thick fore wise and stone,
