cJkCandalaya^he Teyal City.
THESE towering walls and fairy spires
Bathed in the evening glow, This placid moat where lotus flowers
Float idly to and fro: How strange 'twould be, could they but speak, To hear the tales they know.
The thousand-handed coolie swarms
That blindly sweat and slave, The living victim's smothered cry
Thrust in a sudden grave, The pillars cut from forests deep And gilded architraveaThrust in a sudden grave, The pillars cut from forests deep And gilded architravea