I watched the cities in my dream aspire
To pierce the clouds with slender minarets.
Here violins and plaintive clarinets
Are heard across the malls down to the shire,
To circle round each needle-pointed spire.
Then in the night those slender silhouettes
Throw shadows from the stars' pale coronets,
As moonlight fills the streets with silver fire.
I’ve walked its starry avenues and sighed
At shops abandoned to a realm of dust,
In vain attempts to enter I have tried
Its locks and latches caked with age old rust.
No magics now its old fate may rescind,
Where ghosts, like smoke, are blown upon the wind.
Please tell me what you think
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I think you are one of the most fabulous poets of Victorian poetry that I have ever read.
You are the old Masters come to life in a wonderful way. In fact, you are MUCH better than most of them which is why they were only published after they died, for the most part. That makes no sense to you right now, I am sure, but someday it will become crystal clear. 
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Superb
I felt as if I had been teleported to the Middle East, while I was reading this. Excellent imagery. By the way were you attempting to create images pertaining to a particular city? Bagdad, was the one I happened to think of. Again, well done.
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magestic
this is grand Michael, absolutely grand. the tone is filled with such dreamy longing that it wraps the reader up in the poem...completely transported; the imagery is strong and beautiful. you're a fine craftsman!
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Magical.
New word: Rescind. That's a handy "wind" rhyme.
It's sort of a blend of the modern world and the old (or make believe). I like the idea of a place where magic used to be, but has died out.
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Enchanting, really so!
Coming to visit this poem is like going into the story book and sitting down with a cool drink of wonderfulness!
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