Note 1 — Chapter VI
Lafcadio Hearn translation
Does not this suggest the lines which DeQuincey so much admired?—
"A wilderness of building, sinking far, And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth Far sinking into splendor, without end. Fabric it seemed of diamond, and of gold, With alabaster domes and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted. Here serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed; their towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars."