He wandered over wastes of stones
Heaped into wild fantastic forms,
The vanquished mountains' splintered bones
In wrestling with an enemy
Mightier than the fiend of storms;
And as he scanned them one by one,
Piled high upon the mountain-side,
One like a golden mirror shone,
With blazes of the noonday sun;
And far above it seemed to lie
A figure carved in porphyry.
Unto his eager fancy rushed
The wonders of Peruvian art
That Time has almost changed to myths;
Rich goods, and sculptured monoliths
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