[MC] Rоderick Usher's pоemBy Edgаr Allаn Pоe In the greenest of our vаlleys, By good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head.In the monarch Thought's dominion— It stood there!Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow;(This—all this—was in the olden Time long ago);And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day,Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,A winged odor went away. ... And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomedIs but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows seeVast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody;While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door,A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh—but smile no more. Read this line from Roderick Usher's poem: Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. What does the phrase dim-remembered mean? (5 points)