Alupka

CROSS but this rocky height, and lo!

    A valley rare as Rasselas

    Found in the Abyssinian pass,

With warmth and beauty all aglow!

Where for Tartar mosque and royal villa

Is many a shining porphyry pillar,

With marbles for altar and floor and stair

Veined with vermilion or amber fair;

And fountains fed by the rills that fall

Cool and clear from the mountain wall.

Where the olive and orange and nectarine

Ripen the seaside gardens in,

And the winds are sweet as the breeze that sighs

Over the meadows of Paradise!—

Yea, and the blessed there might crave

Alupka, pride of the cliff and wave!