THE PALACE OF ART.
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LI.
Our growths, and such as brooding Indian heats
Make out of crimson blossoms deep,
Ambrosial pulps and juices, sweets from sweets
Sunchanged, when seawinds sleep.
Our growths, and such as brooding Indian heats
Make out of crimson blossoms deep,
Ambrosial pulps and juices, sweets from sweets
Sunchanged, when seawinds sleep.
LII.
With graceful chalices of curious wine,
Wonders of art—and costly jars,
And bossèd salvers. Ere young night divine
Crowned dying day with stars,
With graceful chalices of curious wine,
Wonders of art—and costly jars,
And bossèd salvers. Ere young night divine
Crowned dying day with stars,
LIII.
Making sweet close of his delicious toils,
She lit white streams of dazzling gas,
And soft and fragrant flames of precious oils
In moons of purple glass
Making sweet close of his delicious toils,
She lit white streams of dazzling gas,
And soft and fragrant flames of precious oils
In moons of purple glass
LIV.
Ranged on the fretted woodwork to the ground.
Thus her intense untold delight,
In deep or vivid colour, smell and sound,
Was flattered day and night.[1]
Ranged on the fretted woodwork to the ground.
Thus her intense untold delight,
In deep or vivid colour, smell and sound,
Was flattered day and night.[1]
- ↑ If the Poem were not already too long, I should have inserted
