In the greenest of our valleys
  By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
  Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion—
  It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
  Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
  On its roof did float and flow,
(This—all this—was in the olden
  Time long ago),
And every gentle air that dallied,
  In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
  A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
  Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
  To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Bound about a throne where, sitting
  (Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
  The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
  Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
  And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
  Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
  The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
  Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow
  Shall dawn upon him desolate !)
And round about his home the glory
  That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
  Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
  Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
  To a discordant melody,
  While, like a ghastly rapid river,
  Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
  And laugh—but smile no more.

It was old Ebenezer
Who sent me to seize her
And send her to Caesar
Who would ultimately release her
If she would cease her
     Seditious ways.

She refused to comply,
However, and he was forced to apply
Means he came to rely
On over the years that would supply
His demands with positive results,
          and imply
      An agreement worthy of praise.

She fought off his attempts, though,
And refused to acquiesce so,
And remained obstinate in a manner
          thorough
That would've made the American
          colonists glow
In a blushing red from head to toe
      For days and days.

He finally relented
After his garb he rent it
And allowed her passage back to her  
           tenanted
Community where her fame was
           cemented
In the minds of each person there
           who  assented
      To her winning forays.