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Then
came
we
to
a
pleasant
coast
gay
with
blossoms
of
every
hue
,
where
as
far
inland
as
we
could
see
basked
lovely
groves
and
radiant
arbors
beneath
a
meridian
sun
.
From
bowers
beyond
our
view
came
bursts
of
song
and
snatches
of
lyric
harmony
,
interspersed
with
faint
laughter
so
delicious
that
I
urged
the
rowers
onward
in
my
eagerness
to
reach
the
scene
.
And
the
bearded
man
spoke
no
word
,
but
watched
me
as
we
approached
the
lily-lined
shore
.
Suddenly
a
wind
blowing
from
over
the
flowery
meadows
and
leafy
woods
brought
a
scent
at
which
I
trembled
.
The
wind
grew
stronger
,
and
the
air
was
filled
with
the
lethal
,
charnel
odor
of
plague-stricken
towns
and
uncovered
cemeteries
.
And
as
we
sailed
madly
away
from
that
damnable
coast
the
bearded
man
spoke
at
last
,
saying
,
"
This
is
Xura
,
the
Land
of
Pleasures
Unattained
.
"
So
once
more
the
White
Ship
followed
the
bird
of
heaven
,
over
warm
blessed
seas
fanned
by
caressing
,
aromatic
breezes
.
Day
after
day
and
night
after
night
did
we
sail
,
and
when
the
moon
was
full
we
would
listen
to
soft
songs
of
the
oarsmen
,
sweet
as
on
that
distant
night
when
we
sailed
away
from
my
far
native
land
.
And
it
was
by
moonlight
that
we
anchored
at
last
in
the
harbor
of
Sona
--
Nyl
,
which
is
guarded
by
twin
headlands
of
crystal
that
rise
from
the
sea
and
meet
in
a
resplendent
arch
.
This
is
the
Land
of
Fancy
,
and
we
walked
to
the
verdant
shore
upon
a
golden
bridge
of
moonbeams
.
In
the
Land
of
Sona
--
Nyl
there
is
neither
time
nor
space
,
neither
suffering
nor
death
;
and
there
I
dwelt
for
many
aeons
.
Green
are
the
groves
and
pastures
,
bright
and
fragrant
the
flowers
,
blue
and
musical
the
streams
,
clear
and
cool
the
fountains
,
and
stately
and
gorgeous
the
temples
,
castles
,
and
cities
of
Sona
--
Nyl
.
Of
that
land
there
is
no
bound
,
for
beyond
each
vista
of
beauty
rises
another
more
beautiful
.
Over
the
countryside
and
amidst
the
splendor
of
cities
can
move
at
will
the
happy
folk
,
of
whom
all
are
gifted
with
unmarred
grace
and
unalloyed
happiness
.
For
the
aeons
that
I
dwelt
there
I
wandered
blissfully
through
gardens
where
quaint
pagodas
peep
from
pleasing
clumps
of
bushes
,
and
where
the
white
walks
are
bordered
with
delicate
blossoms
.
I
climbed
gentle
hills
from
whose
summits
I
could
see
entrancing
panoramas
of
loveliness
,
with
steepled
towns
nestling
in
verdant
valleys
,
and
with
the
golden
domes
of
gigantic
cities
glittering
on
the
infinitely
distant
horizon
.
And
I
viewed
by
moonlight
the
sparkling
sea
,
the
crystal
headlands
,
and
the
placid
harbor
wherein
lay
anchored
the
White
Ship
.
It
was
against
the
full
moon
one
night
in
the
immemorial
year
of
Tharp
that
I
saw
outlined
the
beckoning
form
of
the
celestial
bird
,
and
felt
the
first
stirrings
of
unrest
.
Then
I
spoke
with
the
bearded
man
,
and
told
him
of
my
new
yearnings
to
depart
for
remote
Cathuria
,
which
no
man
hath
seen
,
but
which
all
believe
to
lie
beyond
the
basalt
pillars
of
the
West
.
It
is
the
Land
of
Hope
,
and
in
it
shine
the
perfect
ideals
of
all
that
we
know
elsewhere
;
or
at
least
so
men
relate
.
But
the
bearded
man
said
to
me
,
"
Beware
of
those
perilous
seas
wherein
men
say
Cathuria
lies
.
In
Sona
--
Nyl
there
is
no
pain
or
death
,
but
who
can
tell
what
lies
beyond
the
basalt
pillars
of
the
West
?
"
Natheless
at
the
next
full
moon
I
boarded
the
White
Ship
,
and
with
the
reluctant
bearded
man
left
the
happy
harbor
for
untraveled
seas
.
And
the
bird
of
heaven
flew
before
,
and
led
us
toward
the
basalt
pillars
of
the
West
,
but
this
time
the
oarsmen
sang
no
soft
songs
under
the
full
moon
.
In
my
mind
I
would
often
picture
the
unknown
Land
of
Cathuria
with
its
splendid
groves
and
palaces
,
and
would
wonder
what
new
delights
there
awaited
me
.
"
Cathuria
,
"
I
would
say
to
myself
,
"
is
the
abode
of
gods
and
the
land
of
unnumbered
cities
of
gold
.
Its
forests
are
of
aloe
and
sandalwood
,
even
as
the
fragrant
groves
of
Camorin
,
and
among
the
trees
flutter
gay
birds
sweet
with
song
.
On
the
green
and
flowery
mountains
of
Cathuria
stand
temples
of
pink
marble
,
rich
with
carven
and
painted
glories
,
and
having
in
their
courtyards
cool
fountains
of
silver
,
where
purr
with
ravishing
music
the
scented
waters
that
come
from
the
grotto-born
river
Narg
.
And
the
cities
of
Cathuria
are
cinctured
with
golden
walls
,
and
their
pavements
also
are
of
gold
.
In
the
gardens
of
these
cities
are
strange
orchids
,
and
perfumed
lakes
whose
beds
are
of
coral
and
amber
.
At
night
the
streets
and
the
gardens
are
lit
with
gay
lanthorns
fashioned
from
the
three-colored
shell
of
the
tortoise
,
and
here
resound
the
soft
notes
of
the
singer
and
the
lutanist
.
And
the
houses
of
the
cities
of
Cathuria
are
all
palaces
,
each
built
over
a
fragrant
canal
bearing
the
waters
of
the
sacred
Narg
.
Of
marble
and
porphyry
are
the
houses
,
and
roofed
with
glittering
gold
that
reflects
the
rays
of
the
sun
and
enhances
the
splendor
of
the
cities
as
blissful
gods
view
them
from
the
distant
peaks
.
Fairest
of
all
is
the
palace
of
the
great
monarch
Dorieb
,
whom
some
say
to
be
a
demi-god
and
others
a
god
.
High
is
the
palace
of
Dorieb
,
and
many
are
the
turrets
of
marble
upon
its
walls
.
In
its
wide
halls
many
multitudes
assemble
,
and
here
hang
the
trophies
of
the
ages
.
And
the
roof
is
of
pure
gold
,
set
upon
tall
pillars
of
ruby
and
azure
,
and
having
such
carven
figures
of
gods
and
heroes
that
he
who
looks
up
to
those
heights
seems
to
gaze
upon
the
living
Olympus
.
And
the
floor
of
the
palace
is
of
glass
,
under
which
flow
the
cunningly
lighted
waters
of
the
Narg
,
gay
with
gaudy
fish
not
known
beyond
the
bounds
of
lovely
Cathuria
.
"
Thus
would
I
speak
to
myself
of
Cathuria
,
but
ever
would
the
bearded
man
warn
me
to
turn
back
to
the
happy
shore
of
Sona
--
Nyl
;
for
Sona
--
Nyl
is
known
of
men
,
while
none
hath
ever
beheld
Cathuria
.
And
on
the
thirty-first
day
that
we
followed
the
bird
,
we
beheld
the
basalt
pillars
of
the
West
.
Shrouded
in
mist
they
were
,
so
that
no
man
might
peer
beyond
them
or
see
their
summits
--
which
indeed
some
say
reach
even
to
the
heavens
.
And
the
bearded
man
again
implored
me
to
turn
back
,
but
I
heeded
him
not
;
for
from
the
mists
beyond
the
basalt
pillars
I
fancied
there
came
the
notes
of
singers
and
lutanists
;
sweeter
than
the
sweetest
songs
of
Sona
--
Nyl
,
and
sounding
mine
own
praises
;
the
praises
of
me
,
who
had
voyaged
far
from
the
full
moon
and
dwelt
in
the
Land
of
Fancy
.
So
to
the
sound
of
melody
the
White
Ship
sailed
into
the
mist
betwixt
the
basalt
pillars
of
the
West
.
And
when
the
music
ceased
and
the
mist
lifted
,
we
beheld
not
the
Land
of
Cathuria
,
but
a
swift-rushing
resistless
sea
,
over
which
our
helpless
barque
was
borne
toward
some
unknown
goal
.
Soon
to
our
ears
came
the
distant
thunder
of
falling
waters
,
and
to
our
eyes
appeared
on
the
far
horizon
ahead
the
titanic
spray
of
a
monstrous
cataract
,
wherein
the
oceans
of
the
world
drop
down
to
abysmal
nothingness
.
