TCD MS 10515 folio 108 recto
ation. (7)
Thus it would appear that a port from which ships set sail over the ocean is now engulfed in the waterless desert. The noble tower that once looked down over the bustle of life, saw the waves curling upon its shore, heard the breakers roaring at its feet and watched the ebb of flow of life come and go within its streets, pass and repass upon its busy waters, now beholds an utter desolation. It peers out upon another ocean, a waste of silence and of death; a waste where all it sees of its former greatness are its own crumbling sides and a few other humbler mounds, children of its own prosperity, that, in life clung about the parent city, and in death, fell into the same ruin in the all devouring sand. (8)
It was evening when we left the tower*
* city of the moon-God