The Road to Pagan
As we near Yenan-gyat there become visible, for the first time, the countless pyramids and spires of Pagan, the most stately capital Burma has ever known. The nearer ones are cut in dark outlines against the sky ; the most distant are so faint that they seem like the unreal fabrics of a city of dreams. Yet there is nothing in this superb picture, in all these hosts of pinnacles and domes and spires, to hint that before one there lies a city of the dead. Instead, it looks, hung here between the drowsy clouds and the mirrorlike calm of the mighty river, like some new Venice of the East, destined to play an immortal part in the history of the world. There is no one who would judge, from here, that seven hundred years have passed since its day was closedafor ever.
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